The proper place for liberality is in the realm of the emotions.

Letters are among the most significant memorial a person can leave behind them.

It is natural to man to regard himself as the final cause of creation.

How marvelous, wide and broad is my Inheritance! Time is my property, my estate is time.

Truth is a torch but a tremendous one. That is why we hurry past it, shielding our eyes, indeed, in fear of getting burned.

Truth is contrary to our nature, not so error, and this for a very simple reason: truth demands that we should recognize ourselves as limited, error flatters us that, in one way or another, we are unlimited.

What people call the spirit of the times is mostly their own spirit in which the times mirror themselves.