The unfinished is nothing.

Men prefer the false due to habit, passion, will. Preference for truth is rare. Men are ruled by their fear of truth.

The stationary condition is the beginning of the end

The beautiful souls of the world have an art of saintly alchemy, by which bitterness is converted into kindness, the gall of human experience into gentleness, ingratitude into benefits, insults into pardon.

Wisdom consists in rising superior both to madness and to common sense, and is lending oneself to the universal illusion without becoming its dupe.

Let us be true: this is the highest maxim of art and of life, the secret of eloquence and of virtue, and of all moral authority.

To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.