I can readily conceive of a man without hands or feet; and I could conceive of him without a head, if experience had not taught me that by this he thinks, Thought then, is the essence of man, and without this we cannot conceive of him.
However vast a man's spiritual resources, he is capable of but one great passion.
There would be too great darkness, if truth had not visible signs.
Everyone, without exception, is searching for happiness.
Little things console us because little things afflict us.
A town, a landscape are when seen from afar a town and a landscape; but as one gets nearer, there are houses, trees, tiles leaves, grasses, ants, legs of ants and so on to infinity. All this is subsumed under the name of landscape.