How prone poor Humanity is to dam up the minutest remnants of its freedom, and build an artificial roof to prevent it looking up to the clear blue sky.

Once you are dancing with the devil, the prettiest capers won't help you.

Think of the wonderful circles in which our whole being moves and from which we cannot escape no matter how we try. The circler circles in these circles.

It is useless to contend with the irresistible power of Time, which goes on continually creating by a process of constant destruction.

It is nearly always the most improbable things that really come to pass.

Is it not in the most absolute simplicity that real genius plies its pinions the most wonderfully?