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

What we do not understand we have no right to judge

I find myself regarding existence as though from beyond the tomb, from another world; all is strange to me; I am, as it were, outside my own body and individuality; I am depersonalized, detached, cut adrift. Is this madness?

Mother of Marvels, mysterious and tender Nature, why do we not live more in thee.

To depersonalize man is the dominant drift of our times.

He who asks of life nothing but the improvement of his own nature... is less liable than anyone else to miss and waste life.

The great artist and thinker are the simplifiers.