I will be Chateaubriand or nothing.
Need is a low door which, when we must by stern necessity pass through, forces the greatest to bend down the most.
Popularity? It’s glory’s small change.
No one can keep a secret better than a child.
Thought is the work of the intellect, reverie is its self-indulgence. To substitute day-dreaming for thought is to confuse a poison with a source of nourishment.
Puns are the droppings of soaring wits.
Homer is one of the men of genius who solve that fine problem of art – the finest of all, perhaps – truly to depict humanity by the enlargement of man: that is, to generate the real in the ideal.
The word is the Verb, and the Verb is God.
Phenomena intersect; to see but one is to see nothing.
There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths.
We are in the hands of those gods, those monsters, those giants: our thoughts.
It’s often our best friends who make us fall.
Whom man kills, him God restoreth to life.
Monastic incarceration is castration.
Seeing so much poverty everywhere makes me think that God is not rich. He gives the appearance of it, but I suspect some financial difficulties.
Work, which makes a man free, and thought, which makes him worthy of freedom.
Go to sleep in peace. God is awake.
A thousand men enslaved fear one beast free.
The persistence of an all-absorbing idea is terrible.
Does not beauty confer a benefit upon us, even by the simple fact of being beautiful?