The flesh is the upper surface of the unknown.

The real, native South Seas food is lousy. You can't eat it.

Religion, Society, and Nature--these are the three struggles of man.

This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.

In the opera we call love, the libretto is almost nothing.

Every bad institution of this world ends by suicide.

The greatest blunders, like the thickest ropes, are often compounded of a multitude of strands. Take the rope apart, separate it into the small threads that compose it, and you can break them one by one. You think, That is all there was! But twist them all together and you have something tremendous.