Progress is the life-style of man.
A strange thing has happened, do you know? I am in darkness. There is a person who, departing, took away the sun.
The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination.
The flesh is the upper surface of the unknown.
"Animals are happy," said the queen. "They run no risk of going to hell." "They are there already," replied Josiana.
She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced.