In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.

There is no object to life. To nature nothing matters but the continuation of the species.

There are men whose sense of humour is so ill developed that they still bear a grudge against Copernicus because he dethroned them from the central position in…

Few misfortunes can befall a boy which bring worse consequences than to have a really affectionate mother.