Nothing ever succeeds which exuberant spirits have not helped to produce.

What the sense feeleth, what the spirit discerneth, hath never its end in itself. But sense and spirit would fain persuade thee that they are the end of all things: so vain are they.

Everything in woman hath a solution. It is called pregnancy.

This is the fundamental idea of culture, insofar as it sets but one task for each of us: to further the production of the philosopher, of the artist, and of the saint within us and outside us, and thereby to work at the consummation of nature.

There is an innocence in admiration; it is found in those to whom it has never yet occurred that they, too, might be admired some day.

Books for general reading always smell bad; the odor of common people hangs around them.

The world is beautiful, but has a disease called man.