In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted, and you cannot see clearly. The sky is but the mouth of a cave. The whole day is the cave.... Frightful season! Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

Nothing is really small; whoever is open to the deep penetration of nature knows this.

Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign.

Life is a theatre set in which there are but few practicable entrances.

All animals are to be found in men and each of theme exists in some man, sometimes several at the time.

There comes an hour when protest no longer suffices; after philosophy there must be action; the strong hand finishes what the idea has sketched.

If you are stone, be magnetic; if a plant, be sensitive; but if you are human be love.