Nature is a temple, where the living Columns sometimes breathe confusing speech; Man walks within these groves of symbols, each Of which regards him as a kindred thing.

Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.

No task is a long one but the task on which one dare not start. It becomes a nightmare.

We are all born marked for evil.

The cannon thunders... limbs fly in all directions... one can hear the groans of victims and the howling of those performing the sacrifice... it's Humanity in search of happiness.

For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.

The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.