. . . the poor man, whom the law does not allow to take . . . a pair of shoes for his freezing feet, is allowed to put his hand into the pocket of the rich, and say, You shall educate me. . . .

The soul exists partly in eternity and partly in time.

In these times I don't, in a manner of speaking, know what I want; perhaps I don't want what I know and want what I don't know.

Mortal men ask God for good things every day, but they never pray that they may make good use of them.

Books that distribute things... with as daring a freedom as we use in dreams, put us on our feet again.

What is odious but . . . people . . . who toast their feet on the register. . . .

Why do we think love is a magician? Because the whole power of magic consists in love. The work of magic is the attraction of one thing by another because of a certain affinity of nature.