Self-interest is an inexhaustible source of convenient illusions. The number of beings who wish to see truly is extraordinarily small.

The ideal doctor would be a man endowed with profound knowledge of life and of the soul, intuitively divining any suffering or disorder of whatever kind, and restoring peace by his mere presence.

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

A microscopic phantom of the universe; this is all that we are able to be.

Criticism is above all a gift, an intuition, a matter of tact and flair; it cannot be taught or demonstrated--it is an art.

Action and faith enslave thought, both of them in order not be troubled or inconvenienced by reflection, criticism, and doubt.

Materialism coarsens and petrifies everything, making everything vulgar, and every truth false.