I have, alas! Philosophy, Medicine, Jurisprudence too, And to my cost Theology, With ardent labor, studied through. And here I stand, with all my lore, Poor fool, no wiser than before.

There is but one poetry,--true poetry.

One never goes further than when they do not know where they are going.

To be loved for what one is, that is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him; their own selves, their version of him.

What is the freedom of the most free? To do what is right!

Our mistakes and failures are always the first to strike us, and outweigh in our imagination what we have accomplished and attained.

Everything in science depends on what one calls an aperçu, on becoming aware of what is at the bottom of the phenomena. Such becoming aware is infinitely fertile.