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.

There is often more spiritual force in a proverb than in whole philosophical systems.

May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.

True friends, like ivy and the wall Both stand together, and together fall.

Quackery gives birth to nothing; gives death to all things.

The Ideal is in thyself, the impediments too is in thyself.

Laissez-faire, supply and demand-one begins to be weary of all that. Leave all to egotism, to ravenous greed of money, of pleasure, of applause-it is the gospel of despair.