Horror causes men to clench their fists, and in horror men join together.

Whoever loves above all the approach of love will never know the joy of attaining it.

When one wishes to play the wit, he sometimes wander a little from the truth.

One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed.

He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound.

To be a man is to feel that one's own stone contributes to building the edifice of the world.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.