Whatever impatience we may feel towards our neighbor, and whatever indignation our race may rouse in us, we are chained one to another, and, companions in labour and misfortune, have everything to lose by mutual recrimination and reproach. Let us be silent as to each other's weakness, helpful, tolerant, many, tender towards each other! Or, if we cannot feel tenderness, may we at least feel pity!

Action is coarsened thought; thought becomes concrete, obscure, and unconscious.

Life is but a daily oscillation between revolt and submission.

Man becomes man only by his intelligence, but he is man only by his heart.

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

So long as a person is capable of self-renewal they are a living being. -Henri

Our true history is scarcely ever deciphered by others. The chief part of the drama is a monologue, or rather an intimate debate between God, our conscience, and ourselves. Tears, grieves, depressions, disappointments, irritations, good and evil thoughts, decisions, uncertainties, deliberations --all these belong to our secret, and are almost all incommunicable and intransmissible, even when we try to speak of them, and even when we write them down.