Here is true immorality: ignorance and stupidity; the devil is nothing but this. His name is Legion.

After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.

I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.

You need a high degree of corruption or a very big heart to love absolutely everything

If you participate in life, you don’t see it clearly: you suffer from it too much or enjoy it too much. The artist, to my way of thinking, is a monstrosity, something outside nature. All the misfortunes Providence inflicts on him come from his stubborness in denying that maxim.

In her enthusiasms she had always looked for something tangible: she had always loved church for its flowers, music for its romantic words, literature for its power to stir the passions and she rebelled before the mysteries of faith just as she grew ever more restive under discipline, which was antipathetic to her nature.

Here is true immorality: ignorance and stupidity; the devil is nothing but this. His name is Legion.