To live we must conquer incessantly, we must have the courage to be happy.

How true it is that our destinies are decided by nothings and that a small imprudence helped by some insignificant accident, as an acorn is fertilized by a drop of rain, may raise the trees on which perhaps we and others shall be crucified.

The tragic solemnity of existence strikes us with terrible force on that morning when we wake to find the mournful words "too late" ringing in our ears.

There is no curing a sick man who believes himself to be in health.

From every spot on earth we are equally near heaven and the infinite.

Everything which is, is thought, but not conscious and individual thought. The human intelligence is but the consciousness of being. It is what I have formulated before: Everything is a symbol of a symbol, and a symbol of what? Of mind.

The more a man loves, the more he suffers. The sum of possible grief for each soul is in proportion to its degree of perfection.