How glorious it is - and also how painful - to be an exception.

Few persons enjoy real liberty; we are all slaves to ideas or habits.

I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand.

Take time as it comes, the wind as it blows, woman as she is.

Know that there is often hidden in us a dormant poet, always young and alive.

It was one of those somber evenings when the sighing of the wind resembles the moans of a dying man; a storm was brewing, and between the splashes of rain on the windows there was the silence of death. All nature suffers in such moments; the trees writhe in pain and twist their heads; the birds of the fields cower under the bushes; the streets of cities are deserted.

Oh! my friend, when you feel bursting on your lips the vow of eternal love, do not be afraid to yield, but do not confound wine with intoxication; do not think the cup divine because the draft is of celestial flavor; do not be astonished to find it broken and empty in the evening.