An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.