Nature is a word, an allegory, a mold, an embossing, if you will.

Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.

Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.

Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by a desire to change his bed.

Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?

The habit of doing one's duty drives away fear.

Unable to suppress love, the Church wanted at least to disinfect it, and it created marriage.