Henri Frédéric Amiel (French: [amjɛl]; 27 September 1821 – 11 May 1881) was a Swiss moral philosopher, poet, and critic.
The stationary condition is the beginning of the end
Oh be swift to live, make haste to be kind.
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.
One may guess the why and wherefore of a tear and yet find it too subtle to give any account of. A tear may be the poetical resume of so many simultaneous impressions, the quintessence of so many opposing thoughts! It is like a drop of one of those precious elixirs of the East which contain the life of twenty plants fused into a single aroma.
Common sense is calculation applied to life.
Cleverness is serviceable for everything, sufficient for nothing.
The art which is grand and yet simple is that which presupposes the greatest elevation both in artist and in public.
There are 2 sorts of pride: one in which we approve others, the other in which we cannot accept ourselves.
Our life is nothing, it is true, but our life is divine. A breath of nature annihilates us, but we surpass nature in penetrating far beyond her vast phantasmagoria to the changeless and the eternal.
Man is a willful and covetous animal, who makes use of his intellect to satisfy his inclinations, but who cares nothing for truth, who rebels against personal discipline, who hates disinterested thought and the idea of self-education. Wisdom offends him, because it rouses in him disturbance and confusion, and because he will not see himself as he is.
Are we not all shipwrecked,. . . condemned to death?. . . However impatient our neighbours make us, however much indignation our race arouses, we are all bound together, and the companions of a chain-gang have everything to lose by mutual insults.
Philosophy means the complete liberty of the mind.
Every living being seeks instinctively to complete itself.
Love is like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off. It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long time.
What governs men is the fear of truth.
How true it is that our destinies are decided by nothings and that a small imprudence helped by some insignificant accident, as an acorn is fertilized by a drop of rain, may raise the trees on which perhaps we and others shall be crucified.
Our duty is to be useful, not according to our desires but according to our powers.
Each man enters into God so much as God enters into him.
A woman is sometimes fugitive, irrational, indeterminable, illogical and contradictory. A great deal of forbearance ought to be shown her, and a good deal of prudence exercised with regard to her, for she may bring about innumerable evils without knowing it. Capable of all kinds of devotion, and of all kinds of treason, monster incomprehensible, raised to the second power, she is at once the delight and the terror of man.
It is work which gives flavor to life.