You will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water.

Cries of despair, misery, sobbing grief are a kind of wealth.

In those days, I didn't understand anything. I should have judged her according to her actions, not her words. She perfumed my planet and lit up my life. I should never have run away! I ought to have realized the tenderness underlying her silly pretensions. Flowers are so contadictory! But I was too young to know how to love her.

Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.

What sets us against one another is not our aims - they all come to the same thing - but our methods, which are the fruit of our varied reasoning.

Every person that comes into our life comes for a reason; some come to learn and others come to teach.

What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone.