Ô douleur! ô douleur! Le Temps mange la vie. - Charles Baudelaire

Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a window lighted by a single candle. What one can see out in the sunlight is always less interesting than what goes on behind a windowpane. In that black or luminous square life lives, life dreams, life suffers.

God is the only being who, in order to reign, need not even exist.

Le mal se fait sans effort, naturellement, par fatalité; le bien est toujours le produit d'un art.