I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

How rich art is; if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never without food for thought or truly lonely, never alone.

I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.

How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?

That God of the clergymen, He is for me as dead as a doornail. But am I an atheist for all that? The clergymen consider me as such - be it so; but I love, and …

Loved once for ever loved: how surely sounds This gospel to me since I learned to list Truth from thy lips, mine own evangelist. What thought presumes to set n…

Cease, cease, wayward Mortal! I dare not unveil The shadows that float o'er Eternity's vale; Nought waits for the good but a spirit of Love, That will hail the…