No doubt about it: error is the rule, truth is the accident of error.

We can know nothing till after this grave debate. The soul must withdraw, for this is not its hour. Now the knife must divide the flesh, and lay the ravage bare, and do its work completely.

Let us lose none of their humble words, let us note their slightest gestures, and tell me, tell me that we will think of them together, now and later, when we realise the misery of the times and the magnitude of their sacrifice.

I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.

Suffering has roused them from the sleep of gentle life, and every day fills them with a terrible intoxication. They are now something more than themselves; those we loved were merely happy shadows.

The man who has entered into a beautiful union is sure of at least one person to whom he can give the best that he possesses.

I can no longer think what I want to think. My thoughts have been replaced by moving images.