210 the plain was dark. a low fog, thick and black, was creeping over the hill-tops and floating away like smoke. there were glimmering flashes from the clouds. a strong wind, which came from the sea, made a sound all around the horizon like the moving of furniture. everything that he caught a glimpse of had an attitude of terror. how all things hsudder under the terrible breath of night.
184 what a gloom enwraps that infinite which each man bears within himself, and by which he measure in despair the desires of his will, and the actions of his life!
there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul
there exists nothing more terrific than this kind of contemplation. the mind's eye can nowhere find anything more dazzling nor more dark than in man
115 o zephine, or josephine, with face more than wrinkled, you would be charming if you were not cross. yous is liike a beautiful face, upon which some one has sat down by mitake.
80 he is in the monstrous deep, he has nothing under his feet but the yielding, fleeing element. the waves, torn and scattered by the wind, close round him hideously; the rolling of the abyss bears him along; shreds of water are flying about his head; a populace of waves spit upon him; confused opening half swallow him; when he sinks he catches glimpses of yawning precipices full of darkness;
54 he saw nothing of all this: people overwhelmed with trouble do not look behind; they know only too well that misfortune follows them.
43 every profession has its aspirants who make up the cortege of those who are at the summit. no power is without its worshippers, no fortue withhout its court. the seekeres of the future revolve about the splendid present
38 yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. when they are over, this is recognized: that the human race has been harshly treated, but that is has advanced.
13 to be a saint is the exception; to be upright is the rule. Err, fallter, sin, but be upright
11 he called upon the rich to give alms to the poor, if they would escape the tortures of hell, which he pictured in the most fearful colours, and enter that paradise which he painted as so desirable and inviting.
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