A bird sings, a child prattles, but it is the same hymn; hymn indistinct, inarticulate, but full of profound meaning.
The soul has greater need of the ideal than of the real
The miserable's name is Man; he is agonizing in all climes, and he is groaning in all languages.
Hope is a delusion; no hand can grasp a wave or a shadow.
Nobody loves the light like the blind man.
When you get an idea into your head you find it in everything.