All greatness is unconscious, or it is little and naught.

Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of thorns.

A thought once awakened does not again slumber.

One must verify or expel his doubts, and convert them into the certainty of Yes or NO.

Worship is transcendent wonder.

So much of truth, only under an ancient obsolete vesture, but the spirit of it still true, do I find in the Paganism of old nations. Nature is still divine, the revelation of the workings of God; the Hero is still worshipable: this, under poor cramped incipient forms, is what all Pagan religions have struggled, as they could, to set forth.

Variety is the condition of harmony.