Nothing great is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig. I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.
God bears with the wicked, but not forever.
Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.
Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's womb.
Don't be afraid to go out on a limb. It's where all the fruit is.
God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence. We need silence to be able to touch souls.
I have always found that mercy bears richer fruits than strict justice.
Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
Those whom the gods love grow young.
No greater thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.
He was a wise man who originated the idea of God.
In a just cause the weak will beat the strong.
The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.
God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live.
Act, and God will act.
Also, if you have an accident, you can't start to dance again at the top, you're too weak; you start with the easy things - the way you did them when you were young, and come up up up, the way you did then.
Shakespeare was the great one before us. His place was between God and despair.
Not only does God play dice, but... he sometimes throws them where they cannot be seen.
God tells me how the music should sound, but you stand in the way.
Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.
A man's moral conscience is the curse he had to accept from the gods in order to gain from them the right to dream.
Limited in his nature, infinite in his desire, man is a fallen god who remembers heaven.
Where no gods are, spectres rule.
Fix reason firmly in her seat, and call to her tribunal every fact, every opinion. Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blindfolded fear.
Nearer the gods no mortal may approach.