What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another.

To meditate is to labour; to think is to act. Folded arms work, closed hands perform, a gaze fixed on heaven is a toil.

The repose of darkness is deeper on the water than on the land.

Let us leave to the brain what belongs to it, and agree that the work of the men of genius is of the superhuman, the offspring of man.

There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom.

There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths.

If you don't build castles in the air you won't build anything on the ground.