"Nocturno el rio de las horas fluyedesde su manatial que es el mananaeterno ...[Nocturnal the river of hours flows/from its source, the eternal tomorrow ... ]"

"And in touching your own nothingness, in not feeling your permanent base, in not reaching your own infinity, still less your own eternity, you will have a whole-hearted pity for yourself, and you will burn with a sorrowful love for yourself--a love that will consume your so-called self-love, which is merely a species of sensual self-delectation, the self-enjoyment, as it were, of the flesh of your soul."

"Our life is a hope which is continually converting itself into memory and memory in its turn begets hope."

"If a philosopher is not a man, he is anything but a philosopher; he is above all a pedant, and a pedant is a caricature of a man."