What can become of him if he is in such bondage to the habit of satisfying the innumerable desires he has created for himself? He is isolated, and what concern has he with the rest of humanity? They have succeeded in accumulating a greater mass of objects, but the joy in the world has grown less.

I tell you solemnly, that I have many times tried to become an insect. But I was not equal even to that. I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness — a real thorough-going illness.

It is not as a child that I believe and confess Jesus Christ. My hosanna is born of a furnace of doubt.

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!

There is not a thing that is more positive than bread.

Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends.

Suppose, gentleman, that man is not stupid.