Woe to him who would ascribe something like reason to Chance, and make a religion of surrendering to it.

I was oppressed with the sensations I then felt; I sunk under the weight of them.

Toleration ought in reality to be merely a transitory mood. It must lead to recognition. To tolerate is to affront.

Nature! We live in her midst and know her not. She is incessantly speaking to us, but betrays not her secret. We constantly act upon her, and yet have no power over her. Variant: NATURE! We are surrounded and embraced by her: powerless to separate ourselves from her, and powerless to penetrate beyond her.

Great necessity elevates man, petty necessity casts him down

Nature is the living, visible garment of God.

Care is taken that trees do not grow into the sky.