In a symbol there is concealment and yet revelation: here therefore, by silence and by speech acting together, comes a double significance. In the symbol proper, what we can call a symbol, there is ever, more or less distinctly and directly, some embodiment and revelation of the Infinite; the Infinite is made to blend itself with the Finite, to stand visible, and as it were, attainable there. By symbols, accordingly, is man guided and commanded, made happy, made wretched.

The merit of originality is not novelty; it is sincerity.

Isolation is the sum total of wretchedness to a man.

Once the mind has been expanded by a big idea, it will never go back to its original state.

In books lies the soul fo the whole past time.

Men do less than they ought, unless they do all they can.

Not what I have, but what I do is my kingdom.