A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be replaced, a leak can be stopped, a fire extinguished, but what will become of this enormous brute of bronze?

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.

He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime.

The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.

Anger may be foolish and absurd, and one may be wrongly irritated, but a man never feels outraged unless in some respect he is fundamentally right.

To love beauty is to see light.

There are many tongues to talk, and but few heads to think.