He was my equal in beauty, a paragon of grace and charm, sparkling with wit, and burning with love. I adored him to distraction, to the point of idolatry: I loved him as one can never love twice.

All is a miracle. The stupendous order of nature, the revolution of a hundred millions of worlds around a million of stars, the activity of light, the life of all animals, all are grand and perpetual miracles.

How pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child's board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of an oak which he has planted.

Opinion has caused more trouble on this little earth than plagues or earthquakes.

When one man speaks to another man who doesn't understand him, and when a man who's speaking no longer understands, it's metaphysics.

All is but illusion and disaster.

When we cannot use the compass of mathematics or the torch of experience...it is certain we cannot take a single step forward.