There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.

Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibres.

In Shakespeare the birds sing, the bushes are clothed with green, hearts love, souls suffer, the cloud wanders, it is hot, it is cold, night falls, time passes, forests and multitudes speak, the vast eternal dream hovers over all. Sap and blood, all forms of the multiple reality, actions and ideas, man and humanity, the living and the life, solitudes, cities, religions, diamonds and pearls, dung-hills and charnelhouses, the ebb and flow of beings, the steps of comers and goers, all, all are on Shakespeare and in Shakespeare.

In the animal world no creature born to be a dove turns into a scavenger. This happens only among men.

To contemplate is to look at shadows.

Morality is truth in full bloom.

Nothing is really small; whoever is open to the deep penetration of nature knows this.