When I say to the Moment flying; 'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!' Then bind me in thy bonds undying, And my final ruin I will bear!

How happy he who can still hope to lift himself from this sea of error! What we know not, that we are anxious to possess, and cannot use what we know.

Self-love exaggerates our faults as well as our virtues.

We can't form our children on our own concepts; we must take them and love them as God gives them to us.

There is repetition everywhere, and nothing is found only once in the world.

The realization of the self is only possible if one is productive, if one can give birth to one's own potentialities.

The mind is found most acute and most uneasy in the morning. Uneasiness is, indeed, a species of sagacity - a passive sagacity. Fools are never uneasy.