I love nothing and that is the true cause of my ennui.

Heed the still small voice that so seldom leads us wrong, and never into folly.

Do I believe in ghosts? No, but I'm afraid of them.

Impromptu thoughts are mental wild-flowers.

[On the legend that after being beheaded St. Denis walked six miles with his head in his hands:] It is only the first step that is difficult.

God is not more incomprehensible than you; but if he is not more just, it is hardly worth while beIieving in him.

The first step is the hardest.