We possess only the happiness we able to understand.

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

At every crossroad on the way that leads to the future, each progressive spirit is opposed by a thousand men appointed to guard the past.

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.

The living are just the dead on holiday

It is death that is the guide of our life, and our life has no goal but death.

We can never judge a soul above the high water mark of our own.