Genius is a promontory jutting out into the infinite.
From Victor Hugo
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves.
The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist; it is by the ideal that we live.
Genius: the superhuman in man.
The omnipotence of evil has never resulted in anything but fruitless efforts. Our thoughts always escape from whoever tries to smother them.
The mountains, the forest, and the sea, render men savage; they develop the fierce, but yet do not destroy the human.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
It is by suffering that human beings become angels.
Puns are the droppings of soaring wits.
The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.
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