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.

It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the real murderer.

The modern spirit is the genius of Greece with the genius of India for its vehicle; Alexander upon the elephant.

As for wine, he drank water.

The sense of smell, that mysterious aid to memory, had just revived a whole world within him.

The crowd mistrusts the allurement of paladins. The masses, ponderous bodies that they are, and fragile on account of their very heaviness, fear adventure; and there is adventure in the ideal.

Police chiefs don't think a cat can possibly turn into a lion; and yet, it happens.

One drop of wine is enough to redden a whole glass of water.

As he wished always to appear in mourning, he clothed himself with the night.

The gravedigger's work is charming when done by a child.