Who then can calculate the path of the molecule? how do we know that the creations of worlds are not determined by the fall of grains of sand?

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic.

Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.

Paris is a sum total. Paris is the ceiling of the human race. All this prodigious city is an epitome of dead and living manners and customs. He who sees Paris, seems to see all history through with the sky and constellations in the intervals.

Inanimate objects sometimes appear endowed with a strange power of sight. A statue notices, a tower watches, the face of an edifice contemplates.

Progress is the stride of God.