God manifests himself to us in the first degree through the life of the universe, and in the second degree through the thought of man. The second manifestation is not less holy than the first. The first is named Nature, the second is named Art.

Youth is the future smiling at a stranger, which is itself.

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

Progress is the stride of God.

To pay compliments to the one we love is the first method of caressing, a demi-audacity venturing. A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

The man who does not know other languages, unless he is a man of genius, necessarily has deficiencies in his ideas.

The sewer is the conscience of the city.