When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.

It comes to this then: there always have been people like me and always will be, and generally they have been persecuted.

It's not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.

... there are shadows because there are hills.

I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

All that is observable in a man-that is to say his actions and such of his spiritual existence as can be deduced from his actions-falls into the domain of history.

This solitude opressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events, contradicted; it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong.