The Value Of A Thing

A Degree Of Culture, And Assuredly A Very High One, Is Attained When Man Rises Above Superstitions And Religious Notions And Fears, And, For Instance, No Longer Believes In Guardian Angels Or In Original Sin, And Has Also Ceased To Talk Of The Salvation Of His Soul.

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Lavish, Who Wanteth No Thanks And Doth Not Give Back: For He Always Bestoweth, And Desireth Not To Keep For Himself.

There Exists No More Repulsive And Desolate Creature In The World Than The Man Who Has Evaded His Genius And Who Now Looks Furtively To Left And Right, Behind Him And All About Him. ... He Is Wholly Exterior, Without Kernel, A Tattered, Painted Bag Of Clothes.

Solitude Makes Us Tougher Towards Ourselves And Tenderer Towards Others. In Both Ways It Improves Our Character.

There Are The Spiritually Consumptive Ones: Hardly Are They Born When They Begin To Die, And Long For Doctrines Of Lassitude And Renunciation.