No ghost was every seen by two pair of eyes.

There is but one temple in this Universe: The Body. We speak to God whenever we lay our hands upon it.

A pygmy standing on the outward crust of this small planet, his far-reaching spirit stretches outward to the infinite, and there alone finds rest.

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.

In every object there is inexhaustible meaning; the eye sees in it what the eye brings means of seeing.

Wonder is the basis of worship.

At the bottom there is no perfect history; there is none such conceivable. All past centuries have rotted down, and gone confusedly dumb and quiet.