Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?

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.

The mountains, the forest, and the sea, render men savage; they develop the fierce, but yet do not destroy the human.

He who opens a school door, closes a prison.

The author creates a book and the people accept or not accept it. The creator of a book is an author and the creator of it`s fate are people.

A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.

The supreme ordeal, let us say rather, the only ordeal, is the loss of the beloved being.