Idleness is the heaviest of all oppressions.
You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope.
Press on! A better fate awaits thee.
We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts.
A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.