Intuition, like the rays of the sun, acts only in an inflexibly straight line; it can guess right only on condition of never diverting its gaze; the freaks of chance disturb it.

A deist is an atheist with an eye cocked for the off-chance of some advantage.

Old men are prone to invest the futures of young men with their own past sorrows.

To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.

Hope is a light diet, but very stimulating.

Love is the only passion which suffers neither past nor future.

A beautiful book is a victory won in all the battlefields of human thought.