Hell, Madame, Is To Love No Longer.

[t]he Cradle Is Shallower Than The Grave.

The Most Dangerous Of Our Calculations Are Those We Call Illusions.

When You Think Of The Huge Uninterrupted Success Of A Book Like Don Quixote, You're Bound To Realize That If Humankind Have Not Yet Finished Being Revenged, By Sheer Laughter, For Being Let Down In Their Greatest Hope, It Is Because That Hope Was Cherished So Long And Lay So Deep!

Sadness Came Into The World With Satan - That World Our Saviour Never Prayed For, The World You Say I Do Not Know. Oh, It Is Not So Difficult To Recognize: It Is The World That Prefers Cold To Warmth! What Can God Find To Say To Those Who, Of Their Own Free Will, Of Their Own Weight Incline Towards Sadness And Turn Instinctively Towards The Night?

Have You Never Been Moved By Poor Men's Fidelity, The Image Of You They Form In Their Simple Minds? Why Should You Always Talk Of Their Envy, Without Understanding That What They Ask Of You Is Not So Much Your Worldly Goods, As Something Very Hard To Define, Which They Themselves Can Put No Name To; Yet At Times It Consoles Their Loneliness; A Dream Of Splendor, Of Magnificence, A Tawdry Dream, A Poor Man's Dream -and Yet God Blesses It!