Now I can only pray that there may be a God -- and a heaven -- or something better.

If horses knew their strength we should not ride anymore.

The happy phrasing of a compliment is one of the rarest of human gifts, and the happy delivery of it another.

Very well, then, where do we arrive? Where do we arrive with our respect, our homage, our filial affection? At Adam! At Adam, every time. We can't build a monument to a germ, but we can build one to Adam, who is in the way to turn myth in in fifty years and be entirely forgotten in two hundred. We can build a monument and save his name to the world forever, and we'll do it!

An enemy can partly ruin a man, but it takes a good-natured injudicious friend to complete the thing and make it perfect.

Truth is more of a stranger than fiction.

You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks - in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier.