And that heart which was a wild garden was given to him who only loved trim lawns. And the imbecile carried the princess into slavery.

And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure . . . And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, 'Yes, the stars always make me laugh!' And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you.

What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step. It is always the same step, but you have to take it.

Experience will guide us to the rules. You cannot make rules precede practical experience.

She knew this man's smile, his gentle ways of love, but not his godlike fury in the storm. She might snare him in a fragile net of music, love and flowers, but, at each departure, he would break forth without, it seemed to her, the least regret.

I wonder," he said, "whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again.

I am who I am and I have the need to be.