Excess always carries its own retribution.
Belief of some sort is the lifeblood of Art.
The world never leaves one in ignorance or in peace.
Love, the one supreme, unceasing source of human felicity, the one sole joy which lifts the whole mortal existence into the empyrean, was by it [Christianity] degraded into the mere mechanical action of reproduction.
Youth without faith is a day without sun.
We only see clearly when we have reached the depths of woe.