The wise know that foolish legislation is a rope of sand, which perishes in the twisting.

We are always getting ready to live but never living.

The flowers talk when the wind blows over them.

As men's prayers are a disease of the will, so are their creeds a disease of the intellect.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

He is a dull observer whose experience has not taught him the reality and force of magic, as well as of chemistry.

Health and appetite impart the sweetness to sugar, bread and meat.