There are 2 sorts of pride: one in which we approve others, the other in which we cannot accept ourselves.

Knowledge, love, power-there is the complete life.

Tears are the symbol of the inability of the soul to restrain its emotion and retain its self command.

The soul may be immortal because she is fitted to rise towards that which is neither born nor dies, towards that which exists substantially, necessarily, invariably, that is to say towards God.

He who is silent is forgotten; he who does not advance falls back; he who stops is overwhelmed; out distanced, crushed; he who ceases t grow becomes smaller; he who leaves off, gives up; the condition of standing still is the beginning of the end.

The art which is grand and yet simple is that which presupposes the greatest elevation both in artist and in public.

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