You would not be without friends by harlotte Bronte

If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked,
while your own conscience approved you, and absolved
you from guilt, you would not be without friends.
Charlotte Bronte,Jane Eyre

Love of Nature in me by John ruskin,

My entire delight was in observing without being myself noticed,—
if I could have been invisible, all the better. I was absolutely
interested in men and their ways, as I was interested in marmots
and chamois, in tomtits and trout.

If only they would stay still and let me look at them, and not get
into their holes and up their heights! The living inhabitation of
the world — the grazing and nesting in it, — the spiritual power
of the air, the rocks, the waters, to be in the midst of it, and
rejoice and wonder at it,and help it if I could, — happier if
it needed no help of mine, —

this was the essential love of Nature in me, this the root of all
that I have usefully become, and the light of all that I have rightly learned.
John ruskin,Praeterita

Why poetry and philosophy are nothing but dead-letter nowadays? by André Gide

Do you know the reason why poetry and philosophy
are nothing but dead-letter nowadays?

It is because they have severed themselves from life.
In Greece, ideas went hand-in-hand with life; so that the artist's
life was already a poetic realisation, the philosopher's life
a putting into action of his philosophy; in this way, as both philosophy
and poetry took part in life, instead of remaining unacquainted with each other,
philosophy provided food for poetry, and poetry gave expression to philosophy
- and the result was admirably persuasive.

Nowadays beauty no longer acts;
action no longer desires to be beautiful;
and wisdom works in a sphere apart.
André Gide

Feeling Different by André Gide

The part in each of us that we feel is different from other people
is just the part that is rare, the part that makes our special value -
and that is the very thing people try to suppress.
They go on imitating. And yet they think they love life.
André Gide, The Immoralist

Hope springs eternal by Alexander Pope

Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always to be blessed:
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Alexander Pope

That's the way life is by Eugène Ionesco

That's not it at all. You always have a tendency to add.
But one must be able to subtract too. It's not enough to
integrate, you must also disintegrate. That's the way life is.
That's philosophy. That's science. That's progress, civilization.
Eugène Ionesco