In the great books of India, an empire spoke to us, nothing small or unworthy, but large, serene, consistent, the voice of an old intelligence, which in another age and climate had pondered and thus disposed of the questions that exercise us

If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he reads.

An empire is an immense egotism

Dear to us are those who love us. . . but dearer are those who reject us as unworthy, for they add another life; they build a heaven before us whereof we had not dreamed, and thereby supply to us new powers out of the recesses of the spirit . . .

One definition of man is ''an intelligence served by organs.''

The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.