Intellect is not speaking and logicising; it is seeing and ascertaining.
Happy the people whose annals are blank in history books.
I’ve got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom.
I do not believe in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.
History is the essence of innumerable biographies.
Well at ease are the Sleepers for whom Existence is a shallow Dream.
Such I hold to be the genuine use of Gunpowder: that it makes all men tall.
This green flowery rock-built earth, the trees, the mountains, rivers, many-sounding seas;—that great deep sea of azure that swims overhead; the winds sweeping through it; the black cloud fashioning itself together, now pouring out fire,...