Society is a hospital of incurables.

What is the imagination? Only an arm or weapon of the interior energy; only the precursor of the reason.

Nature and literature are subjective phenomena; every evil and every good thing is a shadow which we cast

Never utter the truism but live it among men.

Our desires presage the capacities within us; they are harbingers of what we shall be able to accomplish. What we can do and want to do is projected in our imagination, quite outside ourselves, and into the future. We are attracted to what is already ours in secret. Thus passionate anticipation transforms what is indeed possible into dreamt-for reality.

Philosophically considered, the universe is composed of Nature and the Soul.

The most tedious of all discourses are on the subject of the Supreme Being.