Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window.
The horse is the only animal into which one can bang nails.
There are no friends; only moments of friendship.
In literature, there are only oxen. The biggest ones are the geniuses-the ones who toil eighteen hours a day without tiring.
Clarity is the politeness of the man of letters.
God, he whom everyone knows, by name.