Superstition is rooted in a much deeper and more sensitive layer of the psyche than skepticism.

A great scholar is seldom a great philosopher.

Why should we not recognize in the lightning, the thunder, and the storm wind, the approach of an overwhelming Power, and in the scent of flowers and the gently rustling zephyr the presence of a Being full of love?

A resolution that is communicated is no longer within thy power; thy attentions become now the plaything of chance; he who would have his commands certainly carried out must take man by surprise.

Everyone is deceived in his hopes, cheated in his expectations.

To act is easy, to think is hard; to act according to our thought is troublesome.

This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.