Henri Frédéric Amiel (French: [amjɛl]; 27 September 1821 – 11 May 1881) was a Swiss moral philosopher, poet, and critic.
Let mystery have its place in you ; do not be always turning up your whole soil with the ploughshare of self-examination, but leave a little fallow corner in your heart ready for any seed the winds may bring.
The more a man loves, the more he suffers. The sum of possible grief for each soul is in proportion to its degree of perfection.
Man never knows what he wants; he aspires to penetrate mysteries and as soon as he has, wants to re-establish them. Ignorance irritates him and knowledge cloys.
A man only understands what is akin to something already existing in himself.
The man who has no inner-life is a slave to his surroundings.
Doubt of the reality of love ends by making us doubt everything.
Sadness takes up the pen more readily than joy.
To know where one is going and what one wishes - this is order. . . to organize one's life to distribute one's time. . . all this belong to and is included in the word order.
A microscopic phantom of the universe; this is all that we are able to be.
Never to tire, never to grow cold; to be patient, sympathetic, tender; to look for the budding flower and the opening heart; to hope always; like God, to love always--this is duty.
Man becomes man only by his intelligence, but he is man only by his heart.
Every man is a priest, even involuntarily; his conduct is an unspoken sermon, which is forever preaching to others.
The germs of all things are in every heart, and the greatest criminals as well as the greatest heroes are but different modes of ourselves.
The mind must have for ballast the clear conception of duty, if it is not to fluctuate between levity and despair.
Righteous ends, thus approved, absolve of guilt the most violent means.
Order means light and peace, inward liberty and free command over one's self; order is power.
Do not despise your situation; in it you must act, suffer, and conquer. From every point on earth we are equally near to heaven and to the infinite.
The growth and development of the soul is more important than power and glory.
What we call little things are merely the causes of great things.
Composition is a process of combination, in which thought puts together complementary truths, and talent fuses into harmony the most contrary qualities of style. So that there is no composition without effort, without pain even, as in all bringing forth. The reward is the giving birth to something living--something, that is to say, which, by a kind of magic, makes a living unity out of such opposed attributes as orderliness and spontaneity, thought and imagination, solidity and charm.