The reduction of the universe to the compass of a single being, and the extension of a single being until it reaches God - that is love. Love is the salute of the angels to the stars. How sad is the heart when rendered sad by love! How great is the void created by the absence of the being who alone fills the world.

Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.

The tomb is not a blind alley: it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight. It opens on the dawn.

Emotion is always new.

There is a way of meeting error while on the road of truth.

Nothing is so stifling as symmetry. Symmetry is boredom, the quintessence of mourning. Despair yawns. There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering - a hell of boredom.

Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns.