Too much improvisation leaves the mind stupidly void.

Religion, Society, and Nature--these are the three struggles of man.

Brothers, he who dies here dies in the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the dawn.

Nations, like stars, are entitled to eclipse. All is well, provided the light returns and the eclipse does not become endless night. Dawn and resurrection are synonymous. The reappearance of the light is the same as the survival of the soul.

Out Milky Way is the dwelling; the nebulae are the city.

A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.