In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.

Suffering has roused them from the sleep of gentle life, and every day fills them with a terrible intoxication. They are now something more than themselves; those we loved were merely happy shadows.

I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.

sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

It is always brave to say what everyone thinks.

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.