"Animals are happy," said the queen. "They run no risk of going to hell." "They are there already," replied Josiana.

Everything bows to success, even grammar.

...Human thought has no limit. At its risk and peril, it analyzes and dissects its own fascination. We could almost say that, by a sort of splendid reaction, it fascinates nature; the mysterious world surrounding us returns what it receives; it is likely that contemplators are contemplated.

Liberation is not deliverance.

Heaven, on occasion, half opens its arms to us; and that is the great moment.

It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.

Youth, even in its sorrows, always has a brilliancy of its own.