Pure truth cannot be assimilated by the crowd; it must be communicated by contagion.

He who floats with the current, who does not guide himself according to higher principles, who has no ideal, no convictions-such a man is . . . a thing moved, instead of a living and moving being-an echo, not a voice. The man who has no inner-life is a slave of his surroundings as the barometer is the obedient servant of the air.

From every spot on earth we are equally near heaven and the infinite.

Uncertainty is the refuge of hope.

A modest garden contains, for those who know how to look and to wait, more instruction than a library.

The more a man loves, the more he suffers. The sum of possible grief for each soul is in proportion to its degree of perfection.

Peace is not in itself a dream, but we know it only as the result of a momentary equilibrium--an accident.