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.

A man must be able to cut a knot, for everything cannot be untied; he must know how to disengage what is essential from the detail in which it is enwrapped, for everything cannot be equally considered; in a word, he must be able to simplify his duties, his business and his life.

Accept life, and you must accept regret.

We are always making God our accomplice so that we may legalize our own inequities.

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

The man who has no inner-life is a slave to his surroundings.

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.