Echo waits with art and care And will the faults of song repair.

Hospitality consists in a little fire, a little food, and an immense quiet

So much of our time is spent in preparation, so much in routine, and so much in retrospect, that the amount of each person's genius is confined to a very few hours.

We pass for what we are.

Society is frivolous, and shreds its day into scraps, its conversation into ceremonies and escapes.

The sciences, even the best,-mathematics and astronomy,-are like sportsmen, who seize whatever prey offers, even without being able to make any use of it.

The religions are obsolete when the reforms do not proceed from them.