Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.

Cries of despair, misery, sobbing grief are a kind of wealth.

Let a man in a garret but burn with enough intensity and he will set fire to the world.

To be a man is to feel that one's own stone contributes to building the edifice of the world.

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves but in our attitude towards them.

How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become-to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.

War is not an adventure. It is a disease.