There are people who observe the rules of honor as one observes the stars, from a great distance.

A criminal remains a criminal whether he uses a convict's suit or a monarch's crown.

Every bird which flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw.

Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars. Cimourdain was full of virtues and truth, but they shine out of a dark background.

Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.

It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the light of earth.

If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.