Nature! We are enveloped and embraced by her, incapable of emerging from her and incapable of entering her more deeply. Unbidden and unwarned, she receives us into the circuits of her dance, drifting onward with us herself, until we grow tired and drop from her arms.

Mystery is truth's dancing partner.

He who is resolute conquers grief.

Faith is hidden household capital.

If I work incessantly to the last, nature owes me another form of existence when the present one collapses.

Hope is the second soul of the unhappy.

Every individual who is not creative has a negative, narrow, exclusive taste and succeeds in depriving creative being of its energy and life.