It says nothing against the ripeness of a spirit that it has a few worms.
Triumph depends on a roll of Fate's dice; the ultimate prize is a place in Heaven.
Man alone resists the direction of gravitation: he constantly wants to fall--upwards.
We no longer love our knowledge enough once we have passed it on.
The bite of conscience, like the bite of a dog into a stone, is a stupidity.
Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself.