I am for religion, against religions.

All that was neither a city, nor a church, nor a river, nor color, nor light, nor shadow: it was reverie. For a long time, I remained motionless, letting myself be penetrated gently by this unspeakable ensemble, by the serenity of the sky and the melancholy of the moment. I do not know what was going on in my mind, and I could not express it; it was one of those ineffable moments when one feels something in himself which is going to sleep and something which is awakening.

To commit the least possible sin is the law for man. To live without sin is the dream of an angel. Everything terrestrial is subject to sin. Sin is a gravitation.

Emotion is always new.

A shadow is hard to seize by the throat and dash to the ground.

There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths.

Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign.