Analysis kills spontaneity.

Life is an apprenticeship to the constant renunciations, to the steady failure of our claims, our hopes, our powers, our liberty.

Nothing finite is true, is interesting, is worthy to fix my attention. All that is particular is exclusive, and all that is exclusive repels me.

The germs of all things are in every heart, and the greatest criminals as well as the greatest heroes are but different modes of ourselves.

To learn new habits is everything, for it is to reach the substance of life. Life is but a tissue of habits.

Common sense is the measure of the possible; it is composed of experience and prevision; it is calculation applied to life.

The best path through life is the highway.