He Loved Books; Books Are Cold But

He Who Despairs Is Wrong.

The Most Powerful Symptom Of Love Is A Tenderness Which Becomes At Times Almost Insupportable.

Often When We Think We Are Knotting One Thread, We Are Tying Quite Another.

I Dislike Wealth And Prosperity, Especially That Of Other Men.

There Is Will In The Thought, There Is None In The Dream. The Dream, Which Is Completely Spontaneous, Takes And Keeps, Even In The Gigantic And The Ideal, The Form Of Our Mind. Nothing Springs More Directly And More Sincerely From The Very Bottom Of Our Souls Than Our Unreflected And Indefinite Aspirations Towards The Splendours Of Destiny.