The greatness of a life can only be estimated by the multitude of its actions. We should not count the years, it is our actions which constitute our life.

The present is big with the future, the future might be read in the past, the distant is expressed in the near.

[Alternate translation:] The Divine Spirit found a sublime outlet in that wonder of analysis, that portent of the ideal world, that amphibian between being and not-being, which we call the imaginary root of negative unity.

All things in God are spontaneous.

There is no argument so cogent not only in demonstrating, the indestructibility of the soul, but also in showing that it always preserves in its nature traces of all its preceding states with a practical remembrance which can always be aroused. Since it has the consciousness of or knows in itself what each one calls his me. This renders it open to moral qualities, to chastisement and to recompense even after this life, for immortality without remembrance would be of no value.

Why is there anything at all rather than nothing whatsoever?

The present is saturated with the past and pregnant with the future.