To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.

I am an intelligent river which has reflected successively all the banks before which it has flowed by meditating only on the images offered by those changing shores.

What is said about men often has as much influence upon their lives, and especially upon their destinies, as what they do.

It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in possession of the false aim of life, happiness, we forget the true aim, duty!

Out Milky Way is the dwelling; the nebulae are the city.

Sire, you are looking at a plain man, and I am looking at a great man. Each of us may benefit.

Human intelligence discovered a way of perpetuating itself, one not only more durable and more resistant than architecture, but also simpler and easier. Architecture was dethroned. The stone letters of Orpheus gave way to the lead letters of Gutenburg. The book will kill the edifice.