An angel! Nonsense! Everybody so describes his mistress; and yet I find it impossible to tell you how perfect she is, or why she is so perfect: suffice it to say she has captivated all my senses.

The history of knowledge is a great fugue in which the voices of the nations one after the other emerge.

Ignorant men raise questions that wise men answered a thousand years ago.

He who possesses science and art, Possesses religion as well; He who possesses neither of these, Had better have religion.

And I have again observed, my dear friend, in this trifling affair, that misunderstandings and neglect occasion more mischief in the world than even malice and wickedness. At all events, the two latter are of less frequent occurrence.

The more one knows, the more one comprehends, the more one realizes that everything turns in a circle.

In the end we are all separate: our stories, no matter how similar, come to a fork and diverge. We are drawn to each other because of our similarities, but it is our differences we must learn to respect.