“The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.”

For every thing that lives is Holy.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by incapacity.

The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.

In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.

When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

A man can’t soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out.

I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.

The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.

Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.

He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity’s sunrise.

Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.

But what a weak barrier is truth when it stands in the way of an hypothesis!

Man stares at what the explosion of the atom bomb could bring with it. He does not see that the atom bomb and its explosion are the mere final emission of what has long since taken place, has already happened.

Errors are often useful; but it is commonly to remedy other errors.

Being the rational animal, man must be capable of thinking if he really wants to. Still, it may be that man wants to think, but cannot.

The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another’s heart.

For the whole life of a philosopher is, as the same philosopher says, a meditation on death.

There is an unavoidable tendency to become literally the embodiment of that quality upon which one most constantly thinks.

We’re all going to die, but does that mean we have to be buried alive?