All language is rhetorical, and even the senses are poets.

Love, whether sexual, parental, or fraternal, is essentially sacrificial, and prompts a man to give his life for his friends.

The more rational an institution is the less it suffers by making concessions to others.

There is a prodigious selfishness in dreams: they live perfectly deaf and invulnerable amid the cries of the real world.

To turn events into ideas is the function of literature.

Reason and happiness are like other flowers; they wither when plucked.

Nonsense is so good only because common sense is so limited.