A house with a great wine stored below lives in our imagination as a joyful house, fast and splendidly rooted in the soil.

I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.

Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.

There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.

A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.

Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.

Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars.