Miracles are propitious accidents, the natural causes of which are too complicated to be readily understood.

Memory itself is an internal rumour.

You and I possess manifold ideal bonds in the interests we share; but each of us has his poor body and his irremediable, incommunicable dreams.

The effort of art is to keep what is interesting in existence, to recreate it in the eternal.

The truth properly means the sum of all true propositions, what omniscience would assert, the whole ideal system of qualities andrelations which the world has exemplified or will exemplify. The truth is all things seen under the form of eternity.

It is wisdom to believe the heart.

Time is like an enterprising manager always bent on staging some new and surprising production, without knowing very well what it will be.