Dishonesty is the raw material not of quacks only, but also in great part dupes.

History is the new poetry.

It is a mathematical fact that the casting of this pebble from my hand alters the centre of gravity of the universe.

History after all is the true poetry.

Isolation is the sum total of wretchedness to a man.

There must be a new world if there is to be any world at all!... These days of universal death must be days of universal new birth, if the ruin is not to be total and final! It is Time to make the dullest man consider; and ask himself, Whence he came? Whither he is bound?

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.