Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

Those old stories of visions and dreams guiding men have their truth; we are saved by making the future present to ourselves.

It is very difficult to be learned; it seems as if people were worn out on the way to great thoughts, and can never enjoy them because they are too tired.

The beginning of compunction is the beginning of a new life.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinnertime.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.