God put in man thought; society, action; nature, revery.

...It all seemed to him to have disappeared as if behind a curtain at a theater. There are such curtains that drop in life. God is moving on to the next act.

The tomb is not a blind alley: it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight. It opens on the dawn.

To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says. "Why was I not made of stone like thee?

Since we shall love each other, I shall be great and you shall be rich.

There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but on condition that they are followed by reconstructions.

In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none.