The reduction of the universe to a single being, the expansion of a single being into God, this is love. Love is the salutation of the angel to the stars.
There is still a certain grace in a dead festival. It has been happy.
You were speaking of my name a little while ago. That touched me; but let us, whoever we may be, distrust names. They may delude us. I am called Felix, and I am not happy. Words are liars. Let us not blindly accept the indications which they afford us.
He had no shelter, no bread, no fire, no love; but he was merry because he was free.
Then live your life, above all things. Make use of your I while you have it.
There is a spectacle greater than the sea, and that is the sky; there is a spectacle greater than the sky, and that is the human soul.