I like the laughter that opens the lips and the heart, shows at the same time the pearls and the soul.

For dogs we kings should have lions, and for cats, tigers. The great benefits a crown.

Style is the substance of the subject called unceasingly to the surface.

Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.

The eye of a man should be still more reverent before the rising of a young maiden than before the rising of a star. The possibility of touch should increase respect. The down of the peach, the dust of the plum, the radiated crystal of snow, the butterfly’s wing powdered with feathers, are gross things beside that chastity that does not even know it is chaste. The young maiden is only the glimmer of a dream and is not yet statue. Her alcove is hidden in the shadows of the ideal. The indiscreet touch of the eye desecrates this dim penumbra. Here, to gaze, is to profane.

Such is the remorseless progression of human society, shedding lives and souls as it goes on its way. It is an ocean into which men sink who have been cast out by the law and consigned, with help most cruelly withheld, to moral death. The sea is the pitiless social darkness into which the penal system casts those it has condemned, an unfathomable waste of misery. The human soul, lost in those depths, may become a corpse. Who shall revive it?

What is said about men often has as much influence upon their lives, and especially upon their destinies, as what they do.