I take as my guide the hope of a saint: in crucial things$$$ unity-in important things$$$ diversity-in all things$$$ generosity.

Even brave men are sometimes frightened by solitude.

Superstition is the religion of feeble minds.

Ambition can creep as well as soar.

It is our ignorance of things that causes all our admiration and chiefly excites our passions.

Am I alive and a reality$$$ or am I but a dream?

Bound to you as the rays are to the sun.

The more the marble wastes$$$ the more the statue grows.

In the first few seconds$$$ an aching sadness wrenched his heart$$$ but it soon gave way to a feeling of sweet disquiet$$$ the excitement of gypsy wanderlust.

Too often$$$ the only escape is sleep.