Affectation is a very good word when someone does not wish to confess to what he would none the less like to believe of himself.

Reason now gazes above the realm of the dark but warm feelings as the Alpine peaks do above the clouds. They behold the sun more clearly and distinctly, but they are cold and unfruitful.

Great men too make mistakes, and many among them do it so often that one is almost tempted to call them little men.

Once we know our weaknesses they cease to do us any harm.

The course of the seasons is a piece of clockwork, with a cuckoo to call when it is spring.

Perhaps pure reason without heart would never have thought of God.

Everyone is a genius at least once a year. The real geniuses simply have their bright ideas closer together.