Nothing oppresses the heart like symmetry.
The ox suffers, the cart complains.
We only love the fray so long as there is danger, and in any case, the combatants of the first hour have alone the right to be the exterminators of the last. He who has not been a stubborn accuser in prosperity should hold his peace in the face of ruin.
Point of departure: matter; point of arrival: the soul.
Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. ‘The Spirit is a garden,' said he.
To think of shadows is a serious thing.