[T]he small is great, the great is small; all is in equilibrium in necessity.
She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.
Who then understands the reciprocal flux and reflux of the infinitely great and the infinitely small, the echoing of causes in the abysses of being, and the avalanches of creation?
Reality in strong doses frightens.
One resists the invasion of armies; one does not resist the invasion of ideas.
Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.