To Be is to live with God.

In my utter impotence to test the authenticity of the report of my senses, to know whether the impressions they make on me correspond with outlying objects, what difference does it make, whether Orion is up there in heaven, or some god paints the image in the firmament of the soul?

He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser.

Conversation is an art in which a man has all mankind for his competitors, for it is that which all are practising every day while they live.

A bullet had found him, his blood ran out as he cried. No money could save him, so he laid down and died. Ooh, what a lucky man he was.

The real and lasting victories are those of peace, and not of war.

When the literary class betray a destitution of faith, it is not strange that society should be disheartened and sensualized by unbelief.