Sadness takes up the pen more readily than joy.
Love is faith and one faith leads to another.
Thought is a kind of opium; it can intoxicate us, while still broad awake; it can make transparent the mountains and everything that exists.
Order is man's greatest need, and his true well-being.
Action is coarsened thought; thought becomes concrete, obscure, and unconscious.
There is no repose for the mind except in the absolute; for feeling, except in the infinite; for the soul, except in the divine.