The ideal is nothing but the culminating point of logic, the same as the beautiful is nothing but the summit of the true. Artistic peoples are also consistent peoples. To love beauty is to see the light.

To sacrifice the world to paradise is to let slip the prey for the shadow.

He had never known a "kind woman friend" in his native parts. He had not had the time to fall in love.

When all was said, his fate, however ugly it might prove to be, was in his own hands; he was its master.

This will destroy that. The book will kill the edifice.

Be it said in passing, that success is a very hideous thing. Its false resemblance to merit deceives men.

Far be it from me to insult the pun! I honor it in proportion to its merits; nothing more. All the most august, the most sublime, the most charming of humanity, and perhaps outside of humanity, have made puns.