These Greek capitals, black with age, and quite deeply graven in the stone, with I know not what signs peculiar to Gothic calligraphy imprinted upon their forms and upon their attitudes, as though with the purpose of revealing that it had been a hand of the Middle Ages which had inscribed them there, and especially the fatal and melancholy meaning contained in them, struck the author deeply.

As with stomachs, we should pity minds that do not eat.

Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.

Sire, you are looking at a plain man, and I am looking at a great man. Each of us may benefit.

Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns.

It is not enough to be happy, one must be content.