Symmetry is ennui, and ennui is the very essence of grief and melancholy. Despair yawns.

Of all the things that God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, alas! and the most darkness.

I think I missed my calling. I should have been an interior decorator.

We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.

To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.

Inanimate objects sometimes appear endowed with a strange power of sight. A statue notices, a tower watches, the face of an edifice contemplates.

Out Milky Way is the dwelling; the nebulae are the city.