The souls of all our brethren are ever hovering about us, craving for a caress, and only waiting for the signal.

They think that nothing will happen because they have closed their doors, and they do not know that it is in the soul that things always happen, and that the world does not end at their housedoor.

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

Happiness is rarely absent; it is we that know not of its presence.

Physical suffering apart, not a single sorrow exists that can touch us except through our thoughts.

At every crossway on the path that leads to the future, each progressive spirit is opposed by a thousand men appointed to guard the past. Let us have no fear that the fair towers of former days be sufficiently defended. The least that the most timid among us can do is not to add to the immense dead weight that nature drags along.

It is the evil that lies in ourselves that is ever least tolerant of the evil that dwells within others.