'Mad' is a term we use to describe a man who is obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.

Justice! Custodian of the world! But since the world errs, justice must be custodian of the world's errors.

Is not man himself the most unsettled of all the creatures of the earth? What is this trembling sensation that is intensified with each ascending step in the natural order?

When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.

Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.