The present letter is a very long one, simply because I had no leisure to make it shorter.

The multitude which is not brought to act as a unity, is confusion. That unity which has not its origin in the multitude is tyranny.

Cold words freeze people, and hot words scorch them, and bitter words make them bitter, and wrathful words make them wrathful. Kind words also produce their own image on men's souls; and a beautiful image it is. They smooth, and quiet, and comfort the hearer.

There are vices which have no hold upon us, but in connection with others; and which, when you cut down the trunk, fall like the branches.

When we see a natural style, we are astonished and charmed; for we expected to see an author, and we find a person.

Nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere and the circumference nowhere.

Each one is all in all to himself; for being dead, all is dead to him.