To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time.

There is a determined though unseen bravery that defends itself foot by foot in the darkness against the fatal invasions of necessity and dishonesty. Noble and mysterious triumphs that no eye sees, and no fame rewards, and no flourish of triumph salutes. Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields that have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes.

Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering.

The left-handed are precious; they take places which are inconvenient for the rest.

The soul has greater need of the ideal than of the real

There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.

I love all men who think, even those who think otherwise than myself.