Religion is neither a theology nor a theosophy; it is more than that, it is a discipline, a law, a yoke, an indissoluble engagement.
The mind conceives with pain, but it brings forth with delight.
How many books there are whose reputation is made that would not obtain it were it now to make?
It is not my words that I polish, but my ideas.
Sexes. One has the look of a wound, the other of something skinned.
Nothing which does not transport is poetry. The lyre is a winged instrument.