Nothing is more imminent than the impossible . . . what we must always foresee is the unforeseen.

I put a Phrygian cap on the old dictionary.

She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced.

God has set his intentions in the flowers, in the dawn, in the spring, it is his will that we should love.

Whom man kills, him God restoreth to life.

Though one believes in nothing, there are moments in life when one accepts the religion of the temple nearest at hand.

A library implies an act of faith which generations, still in darkness hid, sign in their night in witness of the dawn.