Great men are the real men, in them nature has succeeded.

It is not what he had, or even what he does which expresses the worth of a man, but what he is.

To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.

Man never knows what he wants; he aspires to penetrate mysteries and as soon as he has, wants to re-establish them. Ignorance irritates him and knowledge cloys.

Man is saved by love and duty, and by the hope that springs from duty, or rather from the moral facts of consciousness, as a flower springs from the soil.

Every life is a profession of faith.

Society lives by faith, and develops by science.