. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.

Do you know what friendship is... it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.

The reduction of the universe to the compass of a single being, and the extension of a single being until it reaches God - that is love. Love is the salute of the angels to the stars. How sad is the heart when rendered sad by love! How great is the void created by the absence of the being who alone fills the world.

If I were Jesus Christ, I would save Judas.

Paris is a sum total. Paris is the ceiling of the human race. All this prodigious city is an epitome of dead and living manners and customs. He who sees Paris, seems to see all history through with the sky and constellations in the intervals.

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

To study in Paris is to be born in Paris!