There are noble books but one wants the breath of life sometimes.
Men disappoint me so, I disappoint myself so, yet courage, patience, shuffle the cards…
Man tells his aspiration in his God; but in his demon he shows his depth of experience.
I myself am more divine than any I see —
I am suffocated and lost when I have not the bright feeling of progression.
How many persons must there be who cannot worship alone, since they are content with so little!
Beware of over-great pleasure in being popular or even beloved.
Art can only be truly art by presenting an adequate outward symbol of some fact in the interior life.