The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist; it is by the ideal that we live.

When the heart is dry the eye is dry.

‎"Dost thou understand? I love thee!" he cried again."What love!" said the unhappy girl with a shudder.He resumed,--"The love of a damned soul.

An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.

The greatest products of architecture are less the works of individuals than of society; rather the offspring of a nation's effort, than the inspired flash of a man of genius.

The mountains, the forest, and the sea, render men savage; they develop the fierce, but yet do not destroy the human.

He reached for his pocket, and found there, only reality