The service of philosophy, of speculative culture, towards the human spirit, is to rouse, to startle it to a life of constant and eager observation.

All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music.

Books are a refuge, a sort of cloistral refuge, from the vulgarities of the actual world.

To burn always with this hard, gem-like flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.

Art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass.

Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end.

At first sight experience seems to bury us under a flood of external objects, pressing upon us with a sharp and importunate reality, calling us out of ourselves in a thousand forms of action.

Philosophical theories or ideas, as points of view, instruments of criticism, may help us to gather up what might otherwise pass unregarded by us.

Great passions may give us a quickened sense of life, ecstasy and sorrow of love, the various forms of enthusiastic activity, disinterested or otherwise, which comes naturally to many of us.

The way to perfection is through a series of disgusts

To know when one's self is interested, is the first condition of interesting other people.

Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.

A humble man speaks not of his own humility

They hugged, tight and warm and full of the promise he’d made upon waking up.

Call me nerd today, call me boss tomorrow.

One travels more usefully when alone, because he reflects more.

I suppose you might call me the sophisticated type. I like to act with dialogue. Not with grunts.

Our country has tremendous problems. We're a debtor nation.

The Second Amendment says we have the right to bear arms, not to bear artillery.

Intellectual disgrace Stares from every human face, And the seas of pity lie Locked and frozen in each eye.

Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.