When you have duly arrayed your “facts” in logical order, lo, it is like an oil-lamp that you have made, filled and trimmed, but which sheds no light unless first you light it.

There is no growth except in the fulfillment of obligations.

What sets men at variance is but the treachery of language, for always they desire the same things.

A child is not frightened at the thought of being patiently transmuted into an old man.

Of what worth are convictions that bring not suffering?

We must not subject him who creates to the desires of the multitude. It is, rather, his creation that must become the multitude’s desire.

Peace dies when the framework is ripped apart. When there is no longer a place that is yours in the world. When you know no longer where your friend is to be found.

An administration, like a machine, does not create. It carries on.

How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become—to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.

Man’s “progress” is but a gradual discovery that his questions have no meaning.