Now produce your explanation and pray make it improbable.

Man is a being with myriad lives and myriad sensations, a complex, multiform creature that bears within itself strange legacies of thought and passion, and whose very flesh is tainted with the monstrous maladies of the dead.

The nineteenth century is a turning point in history, simply on account of the work of two men, Darwin and Renan, the one the critic of the Book of Nature, the other the critic of the books of God. Not to recognise this is to miss the meaning of one of the most important eras in the progress of the world.

The evolution of man is slow. The injustice of men is great.

Many people become bankrupt through having invested too heavily in the prose of life. To have ruined one's self over poetry is an honor.

The only one you need in your life is that person who shows you he needs you in his.

It was the passions about whose origin we deceived ourselves that tyrannized most strongly over us.