To know where one is going and what one wishes - this is order ... to organize one's life to distribute one's time ... all this belong to and is included in the word order.

Analysis kills spontaneity. The grain once ground into flour springs and germinates no more.

Common sense is the measure of the possible; it is composed of experience and prevision; it is calculation applied to life.

Life is short and we have never too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are travelling the dark journey with us. Oh be swift to love, make haste to be kind.

It is not what he had, or even what he does which expresses the worth of a man, but what he is.

The history of man is essentially zoological; it becomes human late in the day, and then only in the beautiful souls, the souls alive to justice, goodness, enthusiasm, and devotion. The angel shows itself rarely and with difficulty through the highly-organized brute.

Uncertainty is the refuge of hope.