How frightened hypocrisy hastens to defend itself.
Taste is the common sense of genius.
What love commences can be finished by God alone.
He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.
Profound hearts, wise minds, take life as God makes it; it is a long trial, and unintelligible preparation for the unknown destiny.
If the infinite had no me, then me would be its limit. It would not be the infinite, therefore it would not be.