Life Is A Theatre Set In Which

The Convent Is Supreme Egotism Resulting In Supreme Self-denial.

The Mind's Eye Can Nowhere Find Anything More Dazzling Or More Dark Than In Man; It Can Fix Itself Upon Nothing Which Is More Awful, More Complex, More Mysterious, Or More Infinite. 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.

The Sadness Which Reigned Everywhere Was But An Excuse For Unfailing Kindness.

A Bit Of Mould Is A Pleiad Of Flowers; A Nebula Is An Ant-hill Of Stars.

You Ask Me What Forces Me To Speak? A Strange Thing; My Conscience.