On Love:
Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith.
Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.
For love is ever the beginning of Knowledge, As fire is of light.
On Life:
A well-written life is almost as rare as a well-spent one.
All life is figured by them as a Tree. Igdrasil, the Ash-tree of existence, has its roots deep-down in the kingdoms of Death its trunk reaches up heaven-high, spreads its boughs over the whole Universe it is the Tree of Existence. At the foot of it, in the Death-Kingdom, sit the three Fates – the Past, Present and Future watering its roots from the Sacred Well. It’s ‘bough,’ with their buddings and disleafings, – events, things suffered, things done, catastrophes, – stretch through all lands and times. Is not every leaf of it a biography, every fiber there an act or word Its boughs are the Histories of Nations. The rustle of it is the noise of Human Existence, onwards from of old…. I find no similitude so true as this of a Tree. Beautiful altogether beautiful and great.
Our life is not really a mutual helpfulness but rather, it’s fair competition cloaked under due laws of war it’s a mutual hostility.
The man who cannot laugh is not only fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils, but his whole life is already a treason and a stratagem.
The person who cannot laugh is not only ready for treason, and deceptions, their whole life is already a treason and deception.
The tragedy of life is not so much what men suffer, but rather what they miss.
We call it a Society and go about professing openly the totalest separation, isolation. Our life is not a mutual helpfulness but rather, cloaked under due laws-of-war, named ‘fair competition’ and so forth, it is a mutual hostility.
Life is a little gleam of time between two eternity s.
On Happiness:
But the whim we have of happiness is somewhat thus. By certain valuations, and averages, of our own striking, we come upon some sort of average terrestrial lot this we fancy belongs to us by nature, and of indefeasible rights.
On Perseverance:
Perseverance is patience concentrated.
On Obstacle:
Nothing stops the man who desires to achieve. Every obstacle is simply a course to develop his achievement muscle. It’s a strengthening of his powers of accomplishment.
On God:
Having a purpose in life, throw into your work such strength of mind and muscle as God has given you.
The man without a purpose is like a ship without a rudder — waif, a nothing, a no man. Have a purpose in life, and, having it, throw such strength of mind and muscle into your work as God has given you.