If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left
to live.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than the animals that know nothing.
We all live in the sublime. Where else can we live? That is the only place of life.
At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past.
Isolate her, and however abundant the food or favourable the temperature, she will expire in a few days not of hunger or cold, but of loneliness.
Besides, I myself have now for a long time ceased to look for anything more beautiful in this world, or more interesting, than the truth; or at least than the effort one is able to make towards the truth.
Each progressive spirit is opposed by a thousand mediocre minds appointed to guard the past.
To learn to love, one must first learn to see.