Oh Lord! Open the doors of night for meSo that I may leave this place and disappear.
The jostling of young minds against each other has this wonderful attribute that one can never foresee the spark, nor predict the flash. What will spring up in a moment? Nobody knows. A burst of laughter starts from a scene of emotion. In a moment of buffoonery, the serious enters. Impulses depend o
The realities of life do not allow themselves to be forgotten.
I have examined the death penalty under each of its two aspects: as a direct action, and as an indirect one. What does it come down to? Nothing but something horrible and useless, nothing but a way of shedding blood that is called a crime when an individual commits it, but is sadly called "justice"
A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
The repose of darkness is deeper on the water than on the land.
God is behind everything, but everything hides God.
There comes an hour when protest no longer suffices; after philosophy there must be action; the strong hand finishes what the idea has sketched.
An increase of tenderness always ended by boiling over and turning to indignation. He was at the point where we seek to adopt a course, and to accept what tears us apart.
It is in the name of Moses that Bellarmin thunderstrikes Galileo; and this great vulgarizer of the great seeker Copernicus, Galileo, the old man of truth, the magian of the heavens, was reduced to repeating on his knees word for word after the inquisitor this formula of shame: "Corde sincera et fide
God whose gifts in gracious floodUnto all who seek are sent,Only asks you to be goodAnd is content.
There is a determined though unseen bravery that defends itself foot by foot in the darkness against the fatal invasions of necessity and dishonesty. Noble and mysterious triumphs that no eye sees, and no fame rewards, and no flourish of triumph salutes. Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, po
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent
In the animal world no creature born to be a dove turns into a scavenger. This happens only among men.
Nations, like stars, are entitled to eclipse. All is well, provided the light returns and the eclipse does not become endless night. Dawn and resurrection are synonymous. The reappearance of the light is the same as the survival of the soul.
A day will come when a cannon will be exhibited in museums, just as instruments of torture are now, and the people will be astonished that such a thing could have been.
The first symptom of love in a young man is timidity; in a girl boldness. Victor
These two beings, who had loved each other so exclusively, and with so touching a love, and who had lived so long for each other, were now suffering beside one another and through one another; without speaking of it, without harsh feeling, and smiling all the while.
From the oyster to the eagle, from the swine to the tiger, all animals are to be found in men and each of them exists in some man, sometimes several at the time. Animals are nothing but the portrayal of our virtues and vices made manifest to our eyes, the visible reflections of our souls. God displa
Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age. Victor Hug
Man's greatest actions are performed in minor struggles. Life, misfortune, isolation, abandonment and poverty are battlefields which have their heroes - obscure heroes who are at times greater than illustrious heroes.
When two mouths, made sacred by love, draw near to each other to create, it is impossible, that above that ineffable kiss there should not be a thrill in the immense mystery of the stars.
When a man understands the art of seeing, he can trace the spirit of an age and the features of a king even in the knocker on a door.
The beautiful is as useful as the useful." He added after a momentâ€™s silence, "Perhaps more so.
There are plenty who regard a wall behind which something is happening as a very curious thing.
A man without a woman is like a pistol without a trigger; it is the woman who makes the man go off.
People do not read stupidities with impunity.
Human intelligence discovered a way of perpetuating itself, one not only more durable and more resistant than architecture, but also simpler and easier. Architecture was dethroned. The stone letters of Orpheus gave way to the lead letters of Gutenburg. The book will kill the edifice.
Another story must begin!
Of all the things that God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, alas! and the most darkness.