Gratitude is a fool's word; we find it in the dictionary, but it is not in the heart of man.

Most geometricians, chemists, mathematicians, and great scientists submit religion to reason only to discover a problem as unsolvable as that of squaring a circle.

We love because we love.

For pain is perhaps but a violent pleasure? Who could determine the point where pleasure becomes pain, where pain is still a pleasure? Is not the utmost brightness of the ideal world soothing to us, while the lightest shadows of the physical world annoy?

Women themselves are so happy, and so beautiful, when they're strong, that they naturally choose powerful men, even if that power's so enermous there's a real risk it could shatter them.

A beautiful book is a victory won in all the battlefields of human thought.

A sacrament by virtue of which each imparts nothing but vexations to the other.