The poor man shuddered, overflowed with an angelic joy; he declared in his transport that this would last through life; he said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being.

Since we shall love each other, I shall be great and you shall be rich.

When we are at the end of life, to die means to go away; when we are at the beginning, to go away means to die.

God secludes Himself; but the thinker listens at the door.

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad.

The learned man knows that he is ignorant.

A fall from such a height is rarely straight downwards.