I cannot help it - in spite of myself, infinity torments me.
In love matters; keep your pen from paper.
What a frightful weapon is human thought! It is our defense and our safeguard, the most precious gift that God has made us. It is ours and it obeys us; we may launch it forth into space, but, once outside of our feeble brains, it is gone; we can no longer control it.
I have come too late into a world too old.
Disgrace is the synonym of discovery.
life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream