Time is the supreme illusion. It is but the inner prism by which we decompose being and life, the mode under which we perceive successively what is simultaneous in idea.

Our life is nothing, it is true, but our life is divine. A breath of nature annihilates us, but we surpass nature in penetrating far beyond her vast phantasmagoria to the changeless and the eternal.

Every living being seeks instinctively to complete itself.

In health there is freedom. Health is the first of all liberties.

Men prefer the false due to habit, passion, will. Preference for truth is rare. Men are ruled by their fear of truth.

Time is but the space between our memories; as soon as we cease to perceive this space, time has disappeared.

Pure truth cannot be assimilated by the crowd; it must be communicated by contagion.