To meditate is to labour; to think is to act.

Too much improvisation leaves the mind stupidly void.

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.

Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.

A sewer is a cynic. It tells All.

Nothing awakens a reminiscence like an odour.

When I speak to you about myself, I am speaking to you about yourself. How is it you don’t see that?

Right is right only when entire.

The wind of revolutions is not tractable.

Thought is the labour of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.