Imagine for a moment that each one of us takes only a little more care for each hour of his days, that he demands in it a little more of elegance and intensity; then, multiplying all these minute pressures toward the perfecting and deepening of each life by all the others, calculate for yourselves the gigantic enrichment, the fabulous ennobling which this process would create for human society.

Rancor is an outpouring of a feeling of inferiority.

Commonplaces are the tramways of intellectual transportation.

To wonder is to begin to understand.

For the person for whom small things do not exist, the great is not great.

I am myself and what is around me, and if I do not save it, it shall not save me.

tragedy in the theater opens our eyes so that we can discover and appreciate the heroic in reality.