Most observers of the French Revolution, especially the clever and noble ones, have explained it as a life-threatening and contagious illness. They have remained standing with the symptoms and have interpreted these in manifold and contrary ways. Some have regarded it as a merely local ill. The most ingenious opponents have pressed for castration. They well noticed that this alleged illness is nothing other than the crisis of beginning puberty.

Character is a wish for a perfect education.

Where children are, there is the golden age.

We are more closely connected to the invisible than to the visible.

The art of writing books is not yet invented. But it is at the point of being invented. Fragments of this nature are literary seeds. There may be many an infertile grain among them: nevertheless, if only some come up!

All the events of our life are materials of which we can make what we will.

What delights, what pleasures does your life offer you that outweigh the raptures of death?