Such is the remorseless progression of human society, shedding lives and souls as it goes on its way. It is an ocean into which men sink who have been cast out by the law and consigned, with help most cruelly withheld, to moral death. The sea is the pitiless social darkness into which the penal system casts those it has condemned, an unfathomable waste of misery. The human soul, lost in those depths, may become a corpse. Who shall revive it?

Woman, nude, is the blue sky. Clouds and garments are an obstacle to contemplation. Beauty and infinity would be gazed upon unveiled.

A language does not become fixed. The human intellect is always on the march, or, if you prefer, in movement, and languages with it.

There is no rapture in the love which is prompted by esteem; such affection is lasting, not passionate.

We do not comprehend everything, but we insult nothing.

When two souls have finally found each other, there is established between them a union which begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.

Solitude either develops the mental power, or renders men dull and vicious.