What matters deafness of the ear, when the mind hears? The one true deafness, the incurable deafness, is that of the mind.

"I should hope so," Laigle replied, "for my coat and I live comfortably together. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, has moulded itself on my deformities, and is complacent to all my movements, and 1 only feel its presence because it keeps me warm."

She loved with so much passion as she loved with ignorance. She did not know whether it were good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary or accidental, eternal or transitory, permitted or prohibited: she loved.

Every idea must have a visible enfolding.

France lost a great novel last night.

To love is the half of to believe.

A stand can be made against invasion by an army; no stand can be made against invasion by an idea.