The soul has greater need of the ideal than of the real

...Though we chisel away as best we can at the mysterious block from which our life is made, the black vein of destiny continually reappears.

Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.

"I should hope so," Laigle replied, "for my coat and I live comfortably together. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, has moulded itself on my deformities, and is complacent to all my movements, and 1 only feel its presence because it keeps me warm."

One drop of wine is enough to redden a whole glass of water.

He is the best gentleman that is the son of his own deserts, and not the degenerated heir of another's virtue.

Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.