There is no repose for the mind except in the absolute; for feeling, except in the infinite; for the soul, except in the divine.

Life is but a daily oscillation between revolt and submission.

I find myself regarding existence as though from beyond the tomb, from another world; all is strange to me; I am, as it were, outside my own body and individuality; I am depersonalized, detached, cut adrift. Is this madness?

Our duty is to be useful, not according to our desires but according to our powers.

To win true peace, a man needs to feel himself directed, pardoned, and sustained by a supreme power, to feel himself in the right road, at the point where God would have him be - in order with God and the universe. This faith gives strength and calm.

The art which is grand and yet simple is that which presupposes the greatest elevation both in artist and in public.

Each man enters into God so much as God enters into him.