I look upon all four Gospels as thoroughly genuine, for there shines forth from them the reflected splendor of a sublimity proceeding from Jesus Christ.

Certain books seem to be written, not that we might learn from them, but in order that we might see how much the author knows.

Ill-humor is nothing more than an inward feeling of our own want of merit, a dissatisfaction with ourselves which is always united with an envy that foolish vanity excites.

Judge a man's character by what he finds ridiculous.

Does not man lack the force at the very point where he needs it most? And when he soars upward in joy, or sinks down in suffering, is not checked in both, is he not returned again to the dull, cold sphere of awareness, just when he was longing to lose himself in the fullness of the infinite.

What is part of you, you cannot get rid of, even if you were to throw it away.

Everywhere, we learn only from those whom we love.