“The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet. Where they overlap, it is in every point of the overlap.”

Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us.

There is an energy which springs from sickness and debility: it has a more powerful effect than the real, but, sadly, expires in an even greater infirmity.

A hero is one who knows how to hang on one minute longer.

If the world is a precipitation of human nature, so to speak, then the divine world is a sublimation of the same. Both occur in one act. No precipitation without sublimation. What goes lost there in agility, is won here.

Philosophy is really nostalgia, the desire to be at home.

You are alone with everything you love.

One can not understand language because language cannot understand itself; does not want to understand.

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.

The greatest minds are capable of the greatest vices as well as of the greatest virtues.

A man’s conscience and his judgment are the same thing, and, as the judgment, so also the conscience may be erroneous”

Any pride or haughtiness, is displeasing to us, merely because it shocks our own pride, and leads us by sympathy into comparison, which causes the disagreeable passion of humility.

How can we satisfy ourselves without going on in infinitum? And, after all, what satisfaction is there in that infinite progression?

What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call ‘thought’

In taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing it over, he is superior

It is through weakness and vulnerability that most of us learn empathy and compassion and discover our soul.

It is an absurdity to believe that the Deity has human passions, and one of the lowest of human passions, a restless appetite for applause