The thing I am most aware of is my limits. And this is natural; for I never, or almost never, occupy the middle of my cage; my whole being surges toward the bars.

Long only for what you have.

Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves! And without too many regrets, if possible! Those from which the sap has withdrawn. But, good Lord, what beautiful colors!

To be sure, theory is useful. But without warmth of heart and without love it bruises the very ones it claims to save.

Are you then unable to recognize unless it has the same sound as yours?

It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward the patient labors of peace.

An experience teaches only the good observer; but far from seeking a lesson in it, everyone looks for an argument in experience, and everyone interprets the conclusion in his own way.