In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.
The desire for order is the only order in the world.
No doubt about it: error is the rule, truth is the accident of error.
I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.
You conquered the landscape with the soles of shoes, not the tires.
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.