Dreams are faithful interpreters of our inclinations; but there is art required to sort and understand them.

The laws of conscience, though we ascribe them to nature, actually come from custom.

The virtue of the soul does not consist in flying high, but in walking orderly.

Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart. If I were pressed to say why I loved him, I feel that my only reply could be: Because it was he, because it was I.

The easy, gentle, and sloping path . . . is not the path of true virtue. It demands a rough and thorny road.

A man must keep a little back shop where he can be himself without reserve. In solitude alone can he know true freedom.

It is an absolute perfection... to get the very most out of one's individuality.