The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

No hawk swooping down upon his prey, no stag improvising new detours by which to trick the huntsman, no dog scenting game from afar is comparable in speed to the celerity of a salesman when he gets wind a deal, to his skill in tripping up or forestalling a rival, and to the art with which he sniffs out and discovers a possible sale.

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.

Power is action; the electoral principle is discussion. No political action is possible when discussion is permanently established.

The wounds of self-love turn incurable when the oxide of self-love gets into them.

God is the poet; men are but the actors. The great dramas of earth were written in heaven.

The day will dawn when Europe will believe only in the man who tramples her underfoot.