On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.
God, that checkroom of our dreams.
Hatred, for the man who is not engaged in it, is a little like the odor of garlic for one who hasn't eaten any.
To reflect is to disturb one's thoughts.
The nobility of a human being is strictly independent of that of his convictions.
It is sometimes well for a blatant error to draw attention to overmodest truths.