What a father says to his children is not heard by the world, but it will be heard by posterity.

For the Infinite has sowed his name in the heavens in burning stars, but on the earth He has sowed his name in tender flowers.

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?

In science the new is an advance; but in morals, as contradicting our inner ideals and historic idols, it is ever a retrogression.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

A loving maiden grows unconsciously more bold.

Whenever, at a party, I have been in the mood to study fools, I have always looked for a great beauty: they always gather round her like flies around a fruit stall.