Every Life Is A Profession Of Faith,

Life Is But A Daily Oscillation Between Revolt And Submission.

We Are Never More Discontented With Others Than When We Are Discontented With Ourselves.

Unconsciousness, Spontaneity, Instinct ... Hold Us To The Earth And Dictate The Relatively Good And Useful.

Action Is Coarsened Thought; Thought Becomes Concrete, Obscure, And Unconscious.

Every Landscape Is, As It Were, A State Of The Soul, And Whoever Penetrates Into Both Is Astonished To Find How Much Likeness There Is In Each Detail.