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

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

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 …

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

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

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

Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.