Every man is a book in which God himself writes.

God has bestowed two gifts on man: hope and ignorance. Ignorance is the better of the two.

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, That is the sky.

Superstitions, bigotries, hypocrisies, prejudices, these phantoms, phantoms though they be, cling to life; they have teeth and nails in their shadowy substance, and we must grapple with them individually and make war on them without truce; for it is one of humanity's inevitabilities to be condemned to eternal struggle with phantoms.

For prying into any human affairs, non are equal to those whom it does not concern.

They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and exchange endearments, but that does not affect eternity. Two lovers hide in the dusk of evening, amid flowers and the twittering of birds, and enchant each other with their hearts shinning in their eyes; but the stars in their course still circle through infinite space.

All who suffer are full of hatred; all who live drag a remorse: the dead alone have broken their chains.