I think my sudden love for this girl is a truer expression of myself than anything.

A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.

Any one reflecting upon the thought he has of the delight, which any present or absent thing is apt to produce in him, has the idea we call love.

One unerring mark of the love of truth is not entertaining any proposition with greater assurance than the proofs it is built upon will warrant.

There cannot be greater rudeness than to interrupt another in the current of his discourse.

It is one thing to show a man that he is in an error, and another to put him in possession of the truth.

I have spent more than half a lifetime trying to express the tragic moment.

Where all is but dream, reasoning and arguments are of no use, truth and knowledge nothing.

Our deeds disguise us. People need endless time to try on their deeds, until each knows the proper deeds for him to do. But every day, every hour, rushes by. There is no time.

Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding.

We should have a great fewer disputes in the world if words were taken for what they are, the signs of our ideas only, and not for things themselves.