In the relations of man with the animals, with the flowers, with all the objects of creation, there is a whole great ethic, scarcely perceived as yet, which will at length break through into the light, and which will be the corollary and the complement to human ethics.
This book should be read as one would read the book of a dead man.
He who despairs is wrong.
God became man, granted. The devil became a woman.
Human society, the world, and the whole of mankind is to be found in the alphabet.
Death belongs to God alone; by what right do men touch that unknown thing?