The flesh is the upper surface of the unknown.
The soul has greater need of the ideal than of the real
God blesses man, not for having found but for having sought.
He was fond of books, for they are cool and sure friends
The mountains, the forest, and the sea, render men savage; they develop the fierce, but yet do not destroy the human.
When grace combines with wrinkles, it is admirable. There is an indescribable light of dawn about intensely happy old age. . . . The young person is handsome, but the old, superb.