How true it is that our destinies are decided by nothings and that a small imprudence helped by some insignificant accident, as an acorn is fertilized by a drop of rain, may raise the trees on which perhaps we and others shall be crucified.

Thought is a kind of opium; it can intoxicate us, while still broad awake; it can make transparent the mountains and everything that exists.

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

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

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

At bottom, everything depends upon the presence or absence of one single element in the soul - HOPE

Sympathy is the first condition of criticism.