Unless justice be done to others it will not be done to us.
The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.
O my Bergson, you are a magician, and your book is a marvel, a real wonder in the history of philosophy . . . In finishing it I found . . . such a flavor of persistent euphony, as of a rich river that never foamed or ran thin, but steadily and firmly proceeded with its banks full to the brim.
Vain is the hope by coloring to display, the bright effulgence of the noontide ray or paint the full-orb'd ruler of the skies with pencils dipt in dull terrestrial dyes.
There is a wide difference between general acquaintance and companionship. You may salute a man and exchange compliments with him daily, yet know nothing of his character, his inmost tastes and feelings.
If love is an act of imagination, then intimacy is an act of fruition.
The moth does most mischief to the finest garment.