“A writer can do nothing for men more necessary, satisfying, than just simply to reveal to them the infinite possibility of their own souls.”

As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances.

Produce great men, the rest follows.

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.

We convince by our presence.

All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.

Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.

A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.

All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom – one brief hour of madness and joy.

Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.

Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

I am so in favor of the actual infinite that instead of admitting that Nature abhors it, as is commonly said, I hold that Nature makes frequent use of it everywhere, in order to show more effectively the perfections of its Author.

Now an infinite happiness cannot be purchased by any price less than that which is infinite in value; and infinity of merit can only result from a nature that is infinitely divine or perfect

God can never be close. God can never be close because it would mean that there is some place where God is not. God is infinite. We cannot exist outside of the infinite. Therefore, God is our Reality.

Those who desire to remain intoxicated by Reality do not require artificial intoxicants. Indulging in false things will only increase falsity, for every direction is indeed infinite.

In Him is Everything. Him you must try to find.

It may be asked, why there cannot be one and the same path for all? Because He reveals Himself in infinite ways and forms – verily, The One is all of them.

Master Alfred de Musset says great artists have no country. They have also no world! They belong to the space, to the universe, to anything infinite!

The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.