Wisdom requires no form; her beauty must vary, as varies the beauty of flame. She is no motionless goddess, for ever couched on her throne.

There comes no adventure but wears to our soul the shape of our everyday thoughts.

In the world which we know, among the different and primitive geniuses that preside over the evolution of the several species, there exists not one, excepting that of the dog, that ever gave a thought to the presence of man.

How strangely do we diminish a thing as soon as we try to express it in words.

If you love yourself meanly, childishly, timidly, even so shall you love your neighbor.

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

The dog who meets with a good master is the happier of the two.