A writer is a world trapped in a person.

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

Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived the grace of present civilization.

A thousand men enslaved fear one beast free.

I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality. -Claude Frollo

A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.