God secludes Himself; but the thinker listens at the door.

Conscience is God present in man.

And then, strange to say, the first symptom of true love in a young man is timidity; in a girl, it is boldness.

These are dark radiances. They have no suspicion that they are to be pitied. Certainly they are so. He who does not weep does not see. They are to be admired and pitied, as one would both pity and admire a being at once night and day, without eyes beneath his lashes but with a star on his brow.

Sleep comes more easily than it returns.

Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.

You would have imagined her at one moment a maniac, at another a queen.