Human misery is too great for men to die without faith.

Ask me not what I have, but what I am.

Like a great poet, Nature knows how to produce the greatest effects with the most limited means.

The sea appears all golden. Beneath the sun-lit sky.

You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.

The fountain of love is the rose and the lily, the sun and the dove.

At noon I feel as though I could devour all the elephants of Hindostan, and then pick my teeth with the spire of Strasburg cathedral; in the evening I become so sentimental that I would fain drink up the Milky Way without reflecting how indigestible I should find the little fixed stars, and by night there is the Devil himself broke loose in my head and no mistake.