The germs of all things are in every heart, and the greatest criminals as well as the greatest heroes are but different modes of ourselves.

Conquering any difficulty always gives one a secret joy, for it means pushing back a boundary-line and adding to one's liberty.

There are 2 sorts of pride: one in which we approve others, the other in which we cannot accept ourselves.

The tragic solemnity of existence strikes us with terrible force on that morning when we wake to find the mournful words "too late" ringing in our ears.

Sympathy is the first condition of criticism.

Blessed be childhood, which brings down something of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness.

Time is the supreme illusion. It is but the inner prism by which we decompose being and life, the mode under which we perceive successively what is simultaneous in idea.