We are immersed in beauty, but our eyes have no clear vision.
Crime and punishment grow out of one stem. Punishment is a fruit that, unsuspected, ripens with the flower of the pleasure that concealed it.
The eloquent man is he who is no beautiful speaker, but who is inwardly and desperately drunk with a certain belief.
The ancestor of every action is a thought… Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.