He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.
A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.
The man who lies asleep will never waken fame.
Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.
One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared.
In that book which is my memory, On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you, Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.