And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.

Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.

Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.

Good-bye... why am I hemorrhaging ?

We're all time's captives, hostages to eternity.

What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.

They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the "blaze of passion" often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.