There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness read more

There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, read more

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment -- but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?

We are made for larger ends than Earth can encompass. Oh, let us be true to our exalted destiny.

We are made for larger ends than Earth can encompass. Oh, let us be true to our exalted destiny.

The painful memories of the past will shape our future; the moments we cherish last forever in a beautiful array read more

The painful memories of the past will shape our future; the moments we cherish last forever in a beautiful array of remembrance.

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.

Man is the only animal for whom his own existence is a problem which he has to solve

Man is the only animal for whom his own existence is a problem which he has to solve

I feel bad that I don't feel worse.

I feel bad that I don't feel worse.

To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.

To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am read more

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.