The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.
To love beauty is to see light.
The aim of art is almost divine: to bring to life again if it is writing history, to create if it is writing poetry.
Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.
As for the bishop, the sight of the guillotine was a great shock to him, from which he recovered only slowly.
Wisdom is the health of the soul.