Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished? The ideal is terrifying to behold... brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it: nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds.

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.

Philosophy is the microscope of thought.

One of the magnanimities of woman is to yield.

There is a sacred horror about everything grand. It is easy to admire mediocrity and hills; but whatever is too lofty, a genius as well as a mountain, an assembly as well as a masterpiece, seen too near, is appalling.

Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

The world of sleep has an existence of its own.