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Life is the flower of which love is the honey.
True thinkers are characterized by a blending of clearness and mystery.
The nearer I approach the end, the clearer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous yet simple. For half a century I have been writing my thoughts in prose, verse, history, drama, romance, tradition, satire, ode and song - I have tried all; but I feel that I have not said a thousandth part of that which is in me. When I go down to the grave I can say like many others, "I have finished my day's work" but I cannot say, "I have finished my life's work"; my day's work will begin the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley. It is an open thoroughfare. It closes in the twilight to open in the dawn. My work is only beginning; my work is hardly above its foundation. I would gladly see it mounting forever. The thirst for the infinite proves infinity.
Music expresses that which can not be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
All the forces in the world are not so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Great perils have this beauty, that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers.
Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
From the oyster to the eagle, from the swine to the tiger, all animals are to be found in men and each of them exists in some man, sometimes several at the time. Animals are nothing but the portrayal of our virtues and vices made manifest to our eyes, the visible reflections of our souls. God displays them to us to give us food for thought.
