Writers ought to be regarded as wrongdoers who deserve to be acquitted or pardoned only in the rarest cases: that would be a way to keep books from getting out of hand.

What do we have in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew lies on its body?

To learn from our enemies is the best pathway to loving them: for it makes us grateful to them.

Love forgives the lover even his lust.

Life without music is no life at all.

There will always be rocks in the road ahead of us. They will be stumbling blocks or stepping stones; it all depends on how you use them.

We forget our guilt when we have confessed it to another, but the other does not usually forget it.