The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.

Dry happiness is like dry bread. We eat, but we do not dine. I wish for the superfluous, for the useless, for the extravagant, for the too much, for that which is not good for anything.

There is no rapture in the love which is prompted by esteem; such affection is lasting, not passionate.

Whom man kills, him God restoreth to life.

Joy is the reflex of terror.

I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!

Right is right only when entire.