Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.

It's certain there are trout somewhere - And maybe I shall take a trout - but I do not seem to care.

Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.

It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.

All empty souls tend to extreme opinion. It is only in those who have built up a rich world of memories and habits of thought that extreme opinions affront the sense of probability. Propositions, for instance, which set all the truth upon one side can only enter rich minds to dislocate and strain, if they can enter at all, and sooner or later the mind expels them by instinct.

Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch.

What do we know but that we face one another in this place?