The scandalous bronze-lacquer age of hungry animalisms, spiritual impotences, and mendacities, will have to run its course, till the pit follow it.

Teach a parrot the terms 'supply and demand' and you've got an economist.

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together.

The graceful minuet-dance of fancy must give place to the toilsome, thorny pilgrimage of understanding. On the transition from the age of romance to that of science.

Every poet, be his outward lot what it may, finds himself born in the midst of prose; h e has to struggle from the littleness and obstruction of an actual world into the freedom and infinitude of an ideal.

What is philosophy but a continual battle against custom?

Nothing is more terrible than activity without insight.