The ideal, after all, is true than the real: for the ideal is the eternal element in perishable things.

We only understand that which already is within us.

Obstinacy is will asserting itself without being able to justify itself. It is persistence without a reasonable motive. It is the tenacity of self-love substituted for that of reason and conscience.

Happiness has no limits, because God has neither bottom nor bounds, and because happiness is nothing but the conquest of God through love.

The art which is grand and yet simple is that which presupposes the greatest elevation both in artist and in public.

Each bud flowers but once and each flower has but its minute of perfect beauty; so, in the garden of the soul each feeling has, as it were, its flowering instant, its one and only moment of expansive grace and radiant kingship.

Life alone can rekindle life.