One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for 1,000 years. To read is to voyage through time.
Happiness is a state of activity.
Live simply that others might simply live.
There is no history of mankind, there are only many histories of all kinds of aspects of human life. And one of these is the history of political power. This is elevated into the history of the world.
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every
Each generation writes off earlier errors as the result of bad thinking, of less able minds–and then confidently embarks on making fresh errors of its own.
How does the poet transform his banal thoughts (are not most thoughts banal?) into such stunning forms, into beauty?
Philanthropic people lose all sense of Humanity, it is their distinguishing characteristic.