The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet

There is hope in extravagance, there is none in routine.

What is life but the angle of vision? A man is measured by the angle at which he looks at objects. What is life but what a man is thinking of all day? This is his fate and his employer. Knowing is the measure of the man. By how much we know, so we are.

Heaven often protects valuable souls charged with great secrets, great ideas, by long shutting them up with their own thoughts.

Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it

Every experiment, by multitudes or by individuals, that has a sensual and selfish aim, will fail.

Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.