The world is young: the former great men call to us affectionately. We too must write Bibles, to unite again the heavens and the earthly world.

True friends are two people who are comfortable sharing silence together.

The mind does not create what it perceives, any more than the eye creates the rose.

Men love to wonder, and that is the seed of science.

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

Solitude is naught and society is naught. Alternate them and the good of each is seen.

Tis weak and vicious people who cast the blame on Fate. The right use of Fate is to bring up our conduct to the loftiness of nature.