The rich's paradise was created by the poor's hell.
Blessed be Providence which has given to each his toy: the doll to the child, the child to the woman, the woman to the man, the man to the devil!
And then, strange to say, the first symptom of true love in a young man is timidity; in a girl, it is boldness.
A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an ant-hill of stars.
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts.