The beginning as well as the end of all his thoughts was hatred of human law, that hatred which, if it be not checked in its growth by some providential event, becomes, in a certain time, hatred of society, then hatred of the human race, and then hatred of creation, and reveals itself by a vague and incessant desire to injure some living being, it matters not who.

Many great actions are committed in small struggles.

It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the light of earth.

The hand which moves over the dial moves also among souls.

I am for religion, against religions.

There are no weeds, and no worthless men. There are only bad farmers.

Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their visit is sad; later on, it is ominous.