As long as the heart beats, as long as body and soul keep together, I cannot admit that any creature endowed with a will has need to despair of life.

How many things have been denied one day, only to become realities the next!

Is the Master out of his mind?' she asked me. I nodded. 'And he's taking you with him?' I nodded again. 'Where?' she asked. I pointed towards the centre of the earth. 'Into the cellar?' exclaimed the old servant. 'No,' I said, 'farther down than that.

Well, I thought I was so tranquil! I need to give up that illusion! There is decidedly no rest to be had in this world.

We are of opinion that instead of letting books grow moldy behind an iron grating, far from the vulgar gaze, it is better to let them wear out by being read.

Poets are like proverbs: you can always find one to contradict another.

He must have travelled everywhere, at least in the spirit.