I am in the night. There is a being who has gone away and carried the heavens with her. Oh! to be laid side by side in the same tomb, hand clasped in hand, and from time to time, in the darkness, to caress a finger gently, that would suffice for my eternity.

Often when we think we are knotting one thread, we are tying quite another.

Every idea must have a visible enfolding.

A fall from such a height is rarely straight downwards.

Revolutions are not born of chance but of necessity.

There are souls which, crab-like, crawl continually toward darkness, going back in life rather than advancing in it, using what experience they have to increase their deformity, growing worse without ceasing, and becoming steeped more and more thoroughly in an intensifying wickedness.

A great artist is a great man in a great child.