If God had intended that man should go backward, he would have given him eyes in the back of his head.

The author creates a book and the people accept or not accept it. The creator of a book is an author and the creator of it`s fate are people.

A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance.

Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art.

O darkness, the sky is a gloomy precinct Whose door you close, and whose key the soul owns; And night divides itself in half, being diabolical and holy, Between Ilis, the black angel, and Christ, the starry Human Being.

These are dark radiances. They have no suspicion that they are to be pitied. Certainly they are so. He who does not weep does not see. They are to be admired and pitied, as one would both pity and admire a being at once night and day, without eyes beneath his lashes but with a star on his brow.

We do not comprehend everything, but we insult nothing.