Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.

I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.

Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.

Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.

At the moment they vanished they were everywhere, the cool benediction of the night descended, the stars sparkled, and the whole universe was a hill.

How do I know what I have to say wntil I see what I have said?

It is thus, if there is any rule, that we ought to die--neither as victim nor as fanatic, but as the seafarer who can greet with an equal eye the deep that he is entering, and the shore that he must leave.