The ideal and the beautiful are identical; the ideal corresponds to the idea, and beauty to form; hence idea and substance are cognate.

Do you know what friendship is... it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.

He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her up, though tottering himself. He felt as if his head were filled with smoke; flashes of light slipped through his eyelids; his thoughts vanished; it seemed to him that he was performing a religious act, and that he was committing a profanation. Moreover, he did not feel one passionate desire for this ravishing woman, whose form he felt against his heart. He was lost in love.

If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.

Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.

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

To love another person is to see the face of God.