Enthusiasm is the fever of reason.

He sought...to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars.

...Human thought has no limit. At its risk and peril, it analyzes and dissects its own fascination. We could almost say that, by a sort of splendid reaction, it fascinates nature; the mysterious world surrounding us returns what it receives; it is likely that contemplators are contemplated.

Creation lives, grows, and multiplies; man is but a witness.

What I feel for you seems less of earth and more of a cloudless heaven.

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.

What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.