The true God, the mighty God, is the God of ideas.

But it is the province of religion, of philosophy, of pure poetry only, to go beyond life, beyond time, into eternity.

The human mind, I believe, cares for the True only in the general character of an epoch.

Do you know that charming part of our country which has been called the garden of France - that spot where, amid verdant plains watered by wide streams, one inhales the purest air of heaven?

Doubt is the freedom of thought. Any claim to truth can be doubted.

Oh, I have a habit of letting myself be lectured on the things I know best. I like to see if they are understood in the same way I understand; for there are many ways of knowing the same thing

What it values most of all is the sum total of events and the advance of civilization, which carries individuals along with it; but, indifferent to details, it cares less to have them real than noble or, rather, grand and complete.