Time is but the measure of the difficulty of a conception. Pure thought has scarcely any need of time, since it perceives the two ends of an idea almost at the same moment.

When everything has its proper place in our minds, we are able to stand in equilibrium with the rest of the world.

Whatever impatience we may feel towards our neighbor, and whatever indignation our race may rouse in us, we are chained one to another, and, companions in labour and misfortune, have everything to lose by mutual recrimination and reproach. Let us be silent as to each other's weakness, helpful, tolerant, many, tender towards each other! Or, if we cannot feel tenderness, may we at least feel pity!

The best path through life is the highway.

Every life is a profession of faith.

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

Dreams are excursions into the limbo of things, a semi-deliverance from the human prison.