When I go into a museum and see the mummies wrapped in their linen bandages, I see that the lives of men began to need reform as long ago as when they walked the earth. I come out into the streets, and meet men who declare that the time is near at hand for the redemption of the race. But as men lived in Thebes, so do they live in Dunstable today.

I think that Nature meant kindly when she made our brothers few. However, my voice is still for peace.

Nature refuses to sympathize with our sorrow. She seems not to have provided for, but by a thousand contrivances against it.

We are superior to the joy we experience.

What wealth is it to have such friends that we cannot think of them without elevation!

I believe in the forest, and in the meadow, and in the night in which the corn grows.

The world rests on principles.