Our Dreams Are A Second Life.

The Intoxication Of The Faro Drinker Only Shows Itself At First By An Increase In Noise Which Is Only Deafening, And Finally By A Silent Deterioration Of The Mind.

Nothing Is Indifferent, Nothing Is Powerless In The Universe; An Atom Might Destroy Everything, An Atom Might Save Everything!

The Enthusiasm Of Old Men Is Singularly Like That Of Infancy.

Every Flower Is A Soul Blossoming In Nature.

How Have I Been Able To Live So Long Outside Nature Without Identifying Myself With It? Everything Lives, Moves, Everything Corresponds; The Magnetic Rays, Emanating Either From Myself Or From Others, Cross The Limitless Chain Of Created Things Unimpeded; It Is A Transparent Network That Covers The World, And Its Slender Threads Communicate Themselves By Degrees To The Planets And Stars. Captive Now Upon Earth, I Commune With The Chorus Of The Stars Who Share In My Joys And Sorrows.