If you were to destroy the belief in immortality in mankind, not only love but every living force on which the continuation of all life in the world depended, would dry up at once.

You ache with it all; and the more mysterious it is, the more you ache.

All the Utopias will come to pass only when we grow wings and all people are converted into angels.

My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?

My God, but what do I care about the laws of nature and arithmatic if for some reason these laws and two times two is four are not to my liking?

... you can never be sure of what has passed between husband and wife or lover and mistress.

Oh, if only I did nothing simply as a result of laziness.