Society acquires new arts, and loses old instincts.

The secret of ugliness consists not in irregularity, but in being uninteresting.

Sometimes we receive the power to say yes to life. Then peace enters us and makes us whole.

I have heard that whoever loves is in no condition old.

The book of nature is the book of fate. She turns the gigantic pages, leaf after leaf never returning one.

The aspect of nature is devout. Like the figure of Jesus, she stands with bended head, and hands folded upon the breast. The happiest man is he who learns from nature the lesson of worship.

O Lord! Unhappy is the man whom man can make unhappy.