Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.

Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eons of the gods.

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.

A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory.

A nation is the same people living in the same place.

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

Absence, the highest form of presence.