A Breath Of Paris Preserves The Soul.

Every Bad Institution Of This World Ends By Suicide.

Life Is The Flower For Which Love Is The Honey.

The Memory Of An Absent Person Shines In The Deepest Recesses Of The Heart, Shining The More Brightly The More Wholly Its Object Has Vanished: A Light On The Horizon Of The Despairing, Darkened Spirit; A Star Gleaming In Our Inward Night.

We Are For Religion Against The Religions.

There Is One Spectacle Grander Than The Sea, That Is The Sky; There Is One Spectacle Grander Than The Sky, That Is The Interior Of The Soul.