Why should we not recognize in the lightning, the thunder, and the storm wind, the approach of an overwhelming Power, and in the scent of flowers and the gently rustling zephyr the presence of a Being full of love?

Truth is a torch, but a huge one, and so it is only with blinking eyes what we all of us try to get past it, in actual terror of being burnt.

Since you know me and my destiny only too well, you probably also know what attracts me to all unfortunate people.

We are our own aptest deceiver.

Everything has been thought of before, but the problem is to think of it again.

Life teaches us to be less harsh with ourselves and with others.

The theater has often been at variance with the pulpit; they ought not to quarrel. How much is it to be wished that in both the celebration of nature and of God were intrusted to none but men of noble minds.