It is only as a man puts off from himself all external support, and stands alone, that I see him to be strong and to prevail.

In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.

In the sublimest flights of the soul, rectitude is never surmounted, love is never outgrown.

Ennui shortens life, and bereaves the day of its light.

The element running through entire nature, which we popularly call Fate, is known to us as limitation. Whatever limits us, we callFate.

Nature hates calculators.

The mark of a man of the world is absence of pretension.