By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.
Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.
God secludes Himself; but the thinker listens at the door.
Monsieur' to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.
He sought...to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars.
The repose of darkness is deeper on the water than on the land.