We are the prisoners of ideas. They catch us up for moments into their heaven, and so fully engage us, that we take no thought forthe morrow, gaze like children, without an effort to make them our own.

The health of the eye demands a horizon.

The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.

When the Master of the universe has points to carry in his government he impresses his will in the structure of minds.

The foolish man wonders at the unusual, but the wise man at the usual.

People destined to meet will do so, apparently by chance, at precisely the right moment.

Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events.