Blessed be the true life that the pauses between its throbs are not death!

It is simply absurd to say you believe, or even want to believe, in Him, if you do not do anything He tells you.

We are not made for law, we are made for love.

Alas! this time is never the time for self-denial, it is always the next time. Abstinence is so much more pleasant to contemplate upon the other side of indulgence.

Whose work is it but your own to open your eyes? But indeed the business of the universe is to make such a fool out of you that you will know yourself for one, and begin to be wise.

Alas! how easily things go wrong!

Were I asked, what is a fairytale? I should reply, Read Undine: that is a fairytale.