Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers?

At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future, tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past.

Our reason may prove what it will: our reason is only a feeble ray that has issued from Nature.

You do well to have visions of a better life than of every day, but it is the life of every day from which the elements of a better life must come.

Is not every action of Hamlet induced by a fanatical impulse, which tells him that duty consists in revenge alone? And dose it need superhuman efforts to recognize that revenge never can be duty? I say again that Hamlet thinks much, but that he is by no means wise.

Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I go to visit the chrysanthemums ... They are indeed, the most universal, the most diverse of flowers.

I have never for one instant seen clearly within myself. How then would you have me judge the deeds of others?