Therever fortune clears a way, thither our ready footsteps stray.

While there is life there is hope. I beg to assert...that as long as a man's heart beats, as long as a man's flesh quivers, I do not allow that a being gifted with thought and will can allow himself to despair.

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.

What use are the best of arguments when they can be destroyed by force?

What pen can describe this scene of marvellous horror; what pencil can portray it?

But to find, all at once, right before your eyes, that the impossible had been mysteriously achieved by man himself: this staggers the mind!

Solitude, isolation, are painful things, and beyond human endurance.