To contemplate is to look at shadows.

One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible labor. To contemplate is to toil, to think is to do. The crossed arms work, the clasped hands act. The eyes upturned to Heaven are an act of creation.

Despots play their part in the works of thinkers. Fettered words are terrible words. The writer doubles and trebles the power of his writing when a ruler imposes silence on the people. Something emerges from that enforced silence, a mysterious fullness which filters through and becomes steely in the thought.

If suffer we must, let's suffer on the heights.

The beautiful is as useful as the useful." He added after a moment’s silence, "Perhaps more so.

Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.

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