Where the telescope ends the microscope begins, and which has the wider vision?
O youth! thou often tearest thy wings against the thorns of voluptuousness.
Love is the salutation of the angel to the stars
When you get an idea into your head you find it in everything.
A day will come when there will be no battlefields, but markets opening to commerce and minds opening to ideas.
To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time, especially in that kind of mock rurality, ugly but odd, and partaking of two natures, which surrounds certain large cities, particularly Paris.