“Love is the final end of the world’s history, the Amen of the universe.”

A God-intoxicated man.

The highest purpose of intellectual cultivation is to give a man a perfect knowledge and mastery of his own inner self.

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.

We never completely comprehend ourselves, but we can do far more than comprehend.

Man is a sun and his senses are the planets.

Every beloved object is the center point of a paradise.

Hypotheses are nets: only he who casts will catch.

When you understand how to love one thing, then you also understand how to love everything.

Many books are longer than they seem. They have indeed no end. The boredom that they cause is truly absolute and infinite.

All the events of our life are materials of which we can make what we will.

We touch heaven when we lay our hand on a human body!

To philosophize means to make vivid.

In cheerful souls there is no wit. Wit shows a disturbance of the equipoise.

Many things are too delicate to be thought; many more, to be spoken.

Not only England, but every Englishman is an island.

There is but one temple in the universe, and that is the body of man.

The end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end.

In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in folly.

Be politically correct, but please don’t bother other people with conversation about being politically correct, because that’s the end of everything. You want to create boredom? Be politically correct in your conversation.

The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes.

Once war is forced upon us, there is no alternative than to apply every available means to bring it to a swift end. War’s very object is victory-not prolonged indecision.

All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.

Our bodily eye findeth never an end, but is vanquished by the immensity of space.

I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- “Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!” He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- “Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!