Human relations are built on feeling, not on reason or knowledge. And feeling is not an exact science; like all spiritual qualities, it has the vagueness of greatness about it.

To forgive freely, is what we owe to our enemy; to forget not, is what we owe to ourselves.

Injustice is a sixth sense, and rouses all the others.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

youth is always sure that change must mean something better.

Whatever the scientists may say, if we take the supernatural out of life, we leave only the unnatural.