We are our own devils; we drive ourselves out of our Edens.

Wealth and speed are what the world admires, what each pursues. Railways, express mails, steamships and every possible facility for communications are the achievement in which the civilized world view and revels, only to languish in mediocrity by that very fact. Indeed, the effect of this diffusion is to spread the culture of the mediocre.

He who does not think much of himself is much more esteemed than he imagines.

There are people who make no mistakes because they never wish to do anything worth doing.

Everything in science depends on what one calls an aperçu, on becoming aware of what is at the bottom of the phenomena. Such becoming aware is infinitely fertile.

What sort of God would it be, who only pushed from without.

On every mountain height is rest.