Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art.

His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.

The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.

Ma vie est une énigme dont ton nom est le mot. (My life is an enigma, of which your name is the word.)

At the shrine of friendship never say die, let the wine of friendship never run dry

The word is the Verb, and the Verb is God.

A man trying to escape never thinks himself sufficiently concealed.