God Secludes Himself; But The Thinker Listens

It Seemed To Be A Necessary Ritual That He Should Prepare Himself For Sleep By Meditating Under The Solemnity Of The Night Sky... A Mysterious Transaction Between The Infinity Of The Soul And The Infinity Of The Universe.

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

There Is Such A Thing As The Pressure Of Darkness.

God Created The Flirt As Soon As He Made The Fool.

Jean Prouvaire Was Timid Only In Repose. Once Excited, He Burst Forth, A Sort Of Mirth Accentuated His Enthusiasm, And He Was At Once Both Laughing And Lyric.