What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!

Happy is it, indeed, for me that my heart is capable of feeling the same simple and innocent pleasure as the peasant whose table is covered with food of his own rearing, and who not only enjoys his meal, but remembers with delight the happy days and sunny mornings when he planted it, the soft evenings when he watered it, and the pleasure he experienced in watching its daily growth.

The highest cannot be spoken; it can only be acted.

When intelligent and sensible people despise knowledge in their old age, it is only because they have asked too much of it and of themselves.

One says a lot in vain, refusing; The other mainly hears the "No."

To make converts is the natural ambition of everyone.

One does not get to know that one exists until one rediscovers oneself in others.