Every real object must cease to be what it seemed, and none could ever be what the whole soul desired.
To be bewitched is not to be saved, though all the magicians and aesthetes in the world should pronounce it to be so.
Saints cannot arise where there have been no warriors, nor philosophers where a prying beast does not remain hidden in the depths.
Philosophers are as jealous as woman; each wants a monopoly of praise.
Philosophy may describe unreasoning, as it may describe force; it cannot hope to refute them.
Catastrophes come when some dominant institution, swollen like a soap-bubble and still standing without foundations, suddenly crumbles at the touch of what may seem a word or idea, but is really some stronger material source.
The pint would call the quart a dualist, if you tried to pour the quart into him.
Heaven is to be at peace with things.
As widowers proverbially marry again, so a man with the habit of friendship always finds new friends.
Each religion necessarily contradicts every other religion, and probably contradicts itself. Religions, like languages, are necessary rivals. What religion a man shall have is a historical accident, quite as much as what language he shall speak.
All language is rhetorical, and even the senses are poets.
The sophisticated concern about art sinks before a spontaneous love of reality, and I thank the photograph for being so transparent a vehicle for things...
Men have feverishly conceived a heaven only to find it insipid, and a hell to find it ridiculous.
Matters of religion should never be matters of controversy. We neither argue with a lover about his taste, nor condemn him, if we are just, for knowing so human a passion.
Art supplies constantly to contemplation what nature seldom affords in concrete experience – the union of life and peace.
Man has an inexhuastible faculty for lying, especially to himself.
The God to whom depth in philosophy bring back men’s minds is far from being the same from whom a little philosophy estranges them.
The quality of wit inspires more admiration than confidence.
The little word is has its tragedies: it marries and identifies different things with the greatest innocence; and yet no two are ever identical, and if therein lies the charm of wedding them and calling them one, therein too lies the danger.
A friend’s only gift is himself.