Every epoch dreams its successor.
The real, in all this efforts, is that we climb just for climbing.
Coffee, the sober drink, the mighty nourishment of the brain, which unlike other spirits, heightens purity and lucidity; coffee, which clears the clouds of the imagination and their gloomy weight; which illuminates the reality of things suddenly with the flush of truth.
Woman is the Sunday of man: not his repose only, but his joy; the salt of his life.
Love is strong in its passion; affection is powerful in its gentleness.
Each year, it is necessary to respire, to take breath again, to revive ourselves at the great living sources that forever keep their eternal freshness. Where can we find them if not at the cradle of our race, on the sacred summits from where descend the Indus and the Ganges....?