Whatever you want to say, there is only one word to express it, only one verb to give it movement, only one adjective to qualify it.

I told myself 'Everything is a being! The shout that passes into the air is an entity like an animal, since it is born, produces a movement, and is again transformed, in order to die. So the fearful mind that believes in incorporeal beings is not wrong. What are they?

Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.

A lawful kiss is never worth as much as a stolen one.

I said, 'If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn't we meet them a long time ago?

How weak our mind is; how quickly it is terrified and unbalanced as soon as we are confronted with a small, incomprehensible fact. Instead of dismissing the problem with: "We do not understand because we cannot find the cause," we immediately imagine terrible mysteries and supernatural powers.

We live always under the weight of the old and odious customs... of our barbarous ancestors.