It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.

The intellectual imagination! With me all or not at all. NON SERVIAM!

The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works.

Lord, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low.

The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.

Our civilization, bequeathed to us by fierce adventurers, eaters of meat and hunters, is so full of hurry and combat, so busy about many things which perhaps are of no importance, that it cannot but see something feeble in a civilization which smiles as it refuses to make the battlefield the test of excellence.

God made food; the devil the cooks.