Liberty is a slow fruit.

Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.

Heaven is large, and affords space for all modes of love and fortitude.

We fetch fire and water, run about all day among the shops and markets, and get our clothes and shoes made and mended, and are thevictims of these details, and once in a fortnight we arrive perhaps at a rational moment.

We are always getting ready to live but never living.

Society never advances. It recedes as fast on one side as it gains on the other. It undergoes continual changes: it is barbarous, it is civilized, it is rich, it is scientific; but this change is not amelioration. For every thing that is given, something else is taken. Society acquires new arts and loses old instincts.

I admire answers to which no answers can be made.