There is more difference in the quality of our pleasures than in the amount.
There is no chance and anarchy in the universe. All is system and gradation. Every god is there sitting in his sphere.
We are a puny and fickle folk. Avarice, hesitation, and following are our diseases.
Revolutions go not backward.
Every spirit makes its house, and we can give a shrewd guess from the house to the inhabitant.
Mysticism is the mistake of an accidental and individual symbol for an universal one.
People disparage knowing and the intellectual life, and urge doing. I am content with knowing, if only I could know.
God screens us evermore from premature ideas.
We are symbols, and inhabit symbols.
The method of nature: who could ever analyze it?
The wave of evil washes all our institutions alike.
Every book is a quotation; and every house is a quotation out of all forests, and mines, and stone quarries; and every man is a quotation from all his ancestors.
Every fact is related on one side to sensation, and, on the other, to morals. The game of thought is, on the appearance of one of these two sides, to find the other: given the upper, to find the under side.
Every sweet has its sour; every evil its good.
Happy will the house be in which the relationships are formed from character.
Let the words be gazetted and ridiculous henceforward.
We pass for what we are.
Life is a series of surprises and would not be worth taking or keeping if it were not.
Every burned book or house enlightens the world; every suppressed or expunged word reverberates through the earth from side to side.
Thus inevitably does the universe wear our color, and every object fall successively into the subject itself. The subject exists, the subject enlarges; all things sooner or later fall into place. As I am, so I see; use what language we will, we can never say anything but what we are.