Brussels is a gay little city that lies as bright within its girdle…

When one has not father, or mother, or brother, and all one's friends have barely bread enough for themselves, life cannot be very easy, nor its crusts very many at any time.

What use was it to argue with a little idiot like this? Indeed, peasants never do argue; they use abuse.

Take hope from the heart of man and you make him a beast of prey.

Even of death Christianity has made a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan and the stoical repose of the Indian.

It is the trifles of life that are its bores, after all.

Perhaps half the falsehood in the world is due to lack of power to detect the truth and to express it. aids both in discernment and in expression of things as they are.