Selfishness is that detestable vice which no one will forgive in others, and no one is without himself.

All words are pegs to hang ideas on.

Were one to ask me in which direction I think man strongest, I should say, his capacity to hate.

A noble man compares and estimates himself by an idea which is higher than himself, and a mean man, by one lower than himself.

I don't like these cold, precise, perfect people, who, in order not to speak wrong, never speak at all, and in order not to do wrong, never do anything.

He who only does not appreciate floral beauty is to be pitied like any other man who is born imperfect. It is a misfortune not unlike blindness.

The Divine mind does not think for us, or inspite of us, but works in us to think, and to will, and to do.