While the individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty.
What you do in this world is a matter of no consequence. The question is, what can you make people believe that you have done.
Everything comes in circles. … The old wheel turns, and the same spoke comes up. It’s all been done before, and will be again.
But love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things.
You never tire of the moor. You cannot think the wonderful secrets which it contains. It is so vast, and so barren, and so mysterious.