The life of a devotee is a crusade of which the heart is the Holy Land.
Things they don't understand always cause a sensation among the English.
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.
life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream
I cannot help it - in spite of myself, infinity torments me.
Any cigar smoker is a friend, because I know how he feels.