Joseph Joubert

Here is the desert. In this silence, everything speaks to me: and in your noise, everything falls silent.

Thought forms in the soul the same way clouds form in the air.

Writing is closer to thinking than to speaking.

When you go in search of honey you must expect to be stung by bees.

The imagination is the eye of the soul.

One loves to say what he knows, the other loves to say what he thinks.

He who has imagination without learning has wings but no feet.

Wisdom is the strength of the weak.

The number of books is infinite.

We comprehend the earth only when we have known heaven. Without the spiritual world the material world is a disheartening enigma.

To be capable of respect is, in these days, almost as rare as to be worthy of it.