Nobody can bring you peace but yourself.

Manners are the happy ways of doing things; each one a stroke of genius or of love, now repeated and hardened into usage, they form at last a rich varnish, with which the routine of life is washed, and its details adorned. If they are superficial, so are the dew-drops which give such a depth to the morning meadows.

Europe has always owed to oriental genius its divine impulses. What these holy bards said, all sane men found agreeable and true.

The only money of God is God. He pays never with any thing less, or any thing else.

...in the wilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in the streets or villages...in the woods we return to reason and faith.

My giant goes with me wherever I go.

We do not yet possess ourselves, and we know at the same time that we are much more.