If a man, before he passed from one stage to another, could know his future life in full detail, he would have nothing to live for. It is the same with the life of humanity. If it had a programme of the life which awaited it before entering a new stage, it would be the surest sign that it was not living, nor advancing, but simply rotating in the same place.

The march of humanity, springing as it does from an infinite multitude of individual wills, is continuous.

In infinite time, in infinite matter, in infinite space, is formed a bubble organism, and that bubble lasts a while and bursts, and that bubble is Me.

A battle is won by him who is firmly resolved to win it.

Anna smiled,as people smile at the weaknesses of those they love. . .

It is not beauty that endears, it's love that makes us see beauty.

I did not myself know what I wanted: I feared life, desired to escape from it, yet still hoped something of it.