That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?

That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?

There are some situations which men understand by instinct, by which reason is powerless to explain; in such cases the greatest poet is he who gives utterance to the most natural and vehement outburst of sorrow. Those who hear the bitter cry are as much impressed as if they listened to an entire poem, and when th sufferer is sincere they are right in regarding his outburst as sublime.

For there are two distinct sorts of ideas: Those that proceed from the head and those that emanate from the heart.

We’ll go where the air is pure, where all sounds are soothing, where, no matter how proud one may be, one feels humble and finds oneself small- in short, we’ll go to the sea. I love the sea as one loves a mistress and I long for her when I haven’t seen her for some time

I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death.

Moral wounds have this peculiarity - they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.