Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the…

Be warned in time, James, and remain, as I do, incomprehensible: to be great is to be misunderstood.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

Every great man nowadays has his disciples, and it is always Judas who writes the biography.

Truth, in the matters of religion, is simply the opinion that has survived.

And down the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.

The honest ratepayer and his healthy family have no doubt often mocked at the dome-like forehead of the philosopher, and laughed over the strange perspective of the landscape that lies beneath him. If they really knew who he was, they …