I share no man's opinions; I have my own.
Each individual is more or less dimly aware of his significance, is aware that he's something innately superior, something eternal--and lives, is obligated to live, in the moment and for the moment.
Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself...
A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?
Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man's the workman in it.
There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
Every man's happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
I do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.
... if we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.