To love with the spirit is to pity, and he who pities most loves most.

Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.

Men shout to avoid listening to one another.

The tears of anguish irritate and excite; but those of repentance are the ones that wash.

From the subterranean ore of memory we extract the jeweled visions of our future.

I believe in God as I believe in my friends, because I feel the breath of His affection, feel His invisible and intangible hand, drawing me, leading me, grasping me; because I possess an inner consciousness of a particular providence and of a universal mind that marks out for me the course of my own destiny.

Yes, yes, I see it all! — an enormous social activity, a mighty civilization, a profuseness of science, of art, of industry, of morality, and afterwords, when we have filled the world with industrial marvels, with great factories, with roads, museums and libraries, we shall fall exhausted at the foot of it all, and it will subsist — for whom? Was man made for science or was science made for man?