Proverty and wealth are comparative sins.

Science is continually correcting what it has said. Fertile corrections... science is a ladder... poetry is a winged flight... An artistic masterpiece exists for all time... Dante does not efface Homer.

A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an ant-hill of stars.

She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.

Man does not understand nor accept immortality except on condition of self-remembrance.

Beauty is as useful as the useful. More so, perhaps. (Le beau est aussi utile que l'utile. Plus peut-etre.)

Science says the first word on everything, and the last word on nothing.