The glance is natural magic. The mysterious communication established across a house between two entire strangers, moves all the springs of wonder. The communication by the glance is in the greatest part not subject to the control of the will. It is the bodily symbol of identity with nature. We look into the eyes to know if this other form is another self, and the eyes will not lie, but make a faithful confession what inhabitant is there.

Concentration is the secret of strength in politics, in war, in trade, in short in all management of human affairs.

The remedy for all blunders, the cure of blindness, the cure of crime, is love.

I hate the giving of the hand unless the whole man accompanies it.

The virtue you would like to have, assume it is already yours, appropriate it, enter into the part and live the character just as the great actor is absorbed in... the part he plays.

A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature.

The divine gift is ever the instant life, which receives and uses and creates, and can well bury the old in the omnipotency with which Nature decomposes all her harvest for recomposition.