Union of the weakest develops strength not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge one of the leaves that have fallen in autumn? But the wise man avenges by building his city in snow.

Poetry is a satifying of the desire for resemblance.

...after a night spent writing poetry, one is almost happy to hear the milkman at the door.

An old argument with me is that the true religious force in the world is not the church, but the world itself: the mysterious callings of Nature and our responses.

How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture.

As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.

Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them.