Oh how beautiful to fall to give you flight, to die to give you life, to rest under your sky; and in your enchanted land forever sleep.

What is death to me? I have sown the seeds others will reap.

I have to believe much in God because I have lost my faith in man.

Climate affects bipeds in the same way it does quadrupeds.

The appetite is sharpened by the first bites.

To doubt God is to doubt one's own conscience, and in consequence it would be to doubt everything.

To the questioning glance of love, as it flashes out and then conceals itself, speech has no reply; the smile, the kiss, the sigh answer.