Sceptics are yet the most credulous.

I am fully convinced that the soul is indestructible, and its activity will continue through eternity.

He alone deserves liberty and life who daily must win them anew.

Man is made by his belief. As he believes, so he is.

Everyone believes in his youth that the world really began with him, and that all merely exists for his sake.

Nature! We are enveloped and embraced by her, incapable of emerging from her and incapable of entering her more deeply. Unbidden and unwarned, she receives us into the circuits of her dance, drifting onward with us herself, until we grow tired and drop from her arms.

Is this the destiny of man? Is he only happy before he has acquired his reason or after he has lost it?