The soul comes from without into the human body, as into a temporary abode, and it goes out of it anew… it passes into other habitations, for the soul is immortal.

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

Every individual nature has its own beauty. One is struck in every company, at every fireside, with the riches of nature, when he hears so many new tones, all musical, sees in each person original manners, which have a proper and peculiar charm, and reads new expressions of face. He perceives that nature has laid for each the foundations of a divine building, if the soul will build thereon.

Let us not be too much acquainted. I would have a man enter his house through a hall filled with heroic and sacred sculptures, that he might not want the hint of tranquillity and self-poise.

This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.

Do not say things. What you are stands over you the while, and thunders, so that I cannot hear what you say to the contrary.

The relations of the soul to the divine spirit are so pure, that it is profane to seek to interpose helps.