God put in man thought; society, action; nature, revery.
It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
As for the bishop, the sight of the guillotine was a great shock to him, from which he recovered only slowly.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
Genius: the superhuman in man.
You would have imagined her at one moment a maniac, at another a queen.