Every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early and the human race come to an end.

It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.

There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.

All a man can betray is his conscience.

We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign... and no memories.

There is no credulity so eager and blind as the credulity of covetousness, which, in its universal extent, measures the moral misery and the intellectual destitution of mankind.

There is something haunting in the light of the moon.