God secludes Himself; but the thinker listens at the door.

The sadness which reigned everywhere was but an excuse for unfailing kindness.

Though one believes in nothing, there are moments in life when one accepts the religion of the temple nearest at hand.

O darkness, the sky is a gloomy precinct Whose door you close, and whose key the soul owns; And night divides itself in half, being diabolical and holy, Between Ilis, the black angel, and Christ, the starry Human Being.

Everything Changes. The only thing that remains immovable across the centuries and fixes the character of a people is cooking.

A stand can be made against invasion by an army; no stand can be made against invasion by an idea.

One sees qualities at a distance and defects at close range.