In the evenings the art of building gave way to that of music, which is architecture, too, though invisible.

A being afire with life cannot foresee death; in fact, by each of his deeds he denies that death exists.

Everything turns out to be valuable that one does for one’s self without thought of profit.

The founding of libraries was like constructing more public granaries, amassing reserves against a spiritual winter which by certain signs, in spite of myself, I see ahead.

Our great mistake is to try to exact from each person virtues which he does not possess, and to neglect the cultivation of those which he has.

No one understands eternity. One simply recognizes its existence.

I have never seasoned a truth with the sauce of a lie in order to digest it more easily