. . . finally, I couldn't imagine how I could live without books, and I stopped dreaming about marrying that Chinese prince. . . .

I am crazy about mysterious things.

The death of a child is the greatest reason to doubt the existence of God.

But what are years, what are months!" he would exclaim. "Why count the days, when even one day is enough for man to know all happiness.

One could never judge a man without seeing him close, for oneself.

Since I wasn't consulted at the time of the creation of the world, I reserve for myself the right to have my own opinion about it.

We are all happy if we but knew it.