Idleness is the heaviest of all oppressions.
There are plenty who regard a wall behind which something is happening as a very curious thing.
At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted on her lips, a kiss more burning than the red-hot iron of the executioner.
Every bad institution of this world ends by suicide.
where would the shout of love begin, if not from the summit of sacrifice?
If the infinite had no me, then me would be its limit. It would not be the infinite, therefore it would not be.