But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

I trust you as holy men trust God; you could do nought that was not pure and loving, though the deed might pierce me unto death.

One couldn't carry on life comfortably without a little blindness to the fact that everything has been said better than we can put it ourselves.

What is better than to love and live with the loved? -- But that must sometimes bring us to live with the dead; and this too turns at last into a very tranquil and sweet tie, safe from change and injury.

The early months of marriage often are times of critical tumult,--whether that of a shrimp pool or of deeper water,--which afterwards subside into cheerful peace.

In the multitude of middle-aged men who go about their vocations in a daily course determined for them much in the same way as the tie of their cravats, there is always a good number who once meant to shape their own deeds and alter the world a little.

Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.