All of us, just because we are able to talk, also believe we are able to talk about language.

The eternal feminine draws us on high.

Would you require a wretched being, whose life is slowly wasting under a lingering disease, to despatch himself at once by the stroke of a dagger? Does not the very disorder which consumes his strength deprive him of the courage to effect his deliverance?

There is nothing in the world more pitiable than an irresolute man, oscillating between two feelings, who would willingly unite the two and who does not perceive that nothing can unite them

Assuredly there is no more lovely worship of God than that for which no image is required, but which springs up in our breast spontaneously when nature speaks to the soul, and the soul speaks to nature face to face.

We should know mankind better if we were not so anxious to resemble one another.

We rather confess our moral errors, faults, and crimes than our ignorance.