Those who hope for no other life are dead even for this.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
My grandmother used to tell us a story of a mountain of loadstone. When any vessels came near it, they were instantly deprived of their ironwork: the nails flew to the mountain, and the unhappy crew perished amidst the disjointed planks.
I wish the stage were as narrow as the wire of a tighrope dancer so that no incompetent would dare step upon it.
Nations could not return to their settled an independent life again without noticing that they had unconsciously adopted, and come to feel here and there previously unrecognized spiritual and intellectual needs.
People are so constituted that everybody would rather undertake what they see others do, whether they have an aptitude for it or not.
When scholars study a thing, they strive to kill it first, if it's alive; then they have the parts and the'be lost the whole, for the link that's missing was the living soul.