The roots of the deepest love die in the heart, if not tenderly cherished.

All our science calculates with abstracted individual external marks, which do not touch the inner existence of any single thing

Without inspiration the best powers of the mind remain dormant. There is a fuel in us which needs to be ignited with sparks.

Each nationality contains its centre of happiness within itself, as a bullet the centre of gravity.

The working of revolutions misleads me no more; it is as necessary to our race as its waves to the stream, that it may not be a stagnant marsh. Ever renewed in its forms, the genius of humanity blossoms.

Man is a central creature between the animals, that is to say, the most perfect form, which unites the traits of all in the most complete epitome.

Those that embrace the entire universe with love, for the most part love nothing, but their narrow selves.