A man may love a woman perfectly, and yet by no means ignorantly maintain a thousand women have not larger eyes. Enough that she alone has looked at him with eyes that, large or small, have won his soul.

Souls are dangerous things to carry straight through all the spilt saltpetre of this world.

Books succeed; and lives fail.

What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement.

With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.

Two human loves make one divine.

Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dispossessed. But blessed are those among nations who dare to be strong for the rest!