Sympathy is the first condition of criticism.

Uncertainty is the refuge of hope.

A thousand things advance; nine hundred and ninety nine retreat; That is progress.

To repel one's cross is to make it heavier.

The only substance properly so called is the soul.

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

The obscure only exists that it may cease to exist. In it lies the opportunity of all victory and all progress. Whether it call itself fatality, death, night, or matter, it is the pedestal of life, of light, of liberty and the spirit. For it represents resistance -- that is to say, the fulcrum of all activity, the occasion for its development and its triumph.