The beautiful is as useful as the useful." He added after a moment’s silence, "Perhaps more so.

The ode lives upon the ideal, the epic upon the grandiose, the drama upon the real.

A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.

Sleep comes more easily than it returns.

She was a lovely blonde, with fine teeth. She had gold and pearls for her dowry; but her gold was on her head, and her pearls were in her mouth.

Not being heard is no reason for silence.

The poor man shuddered, overflowed with an angelic joy; he declared in his transport that this would last through life; he said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being.