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.

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.

In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.

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.

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.

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