Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.
There is one spectacle grander than the sea, That is the sky.
The earth is a great piece of stupidity.
The soul does not give itself up to despair until it has exhausted all illusions.
We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.
The soul has greater need of the ideal than of the real