Nothing resembles pride so much as discouragement.

Learn to... be what you are, and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not.

Sadness takes up the pen more readily than joy.

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

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.

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

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