The hearing ear is always found close to the speaking tongue.

It is the fine souls who serve us, and not what is called fine society. Fine society is only a self-protection against the vulgarities of the street and the tavern.

The tempered light of the woods is like a perpetual morning.

We are born believing. A man bears beliefs as a tree bears apples.

Commerce is of trivial import; love, faith, truth of character, the aspiration of man, these are sacred.

Society is a hospital of incurables.

The reward of commercial civilization is the ability to consume a never-ending array of products.There are limits beyond which commodities cannot be multiplied without preventing their consumers from affirming themselves through the exercise of their personal freedom.When market dependence reaches a certain threshold it deprives people of their power to live creatively and to act autonomously. And precisely because this new impotence is so deeply experienced, it is expressed with difficulty.