Whoever has loved once, knows all that life contains of sorrow and of joy.
We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.
fretting at trouble only doubles it.
Unrequited love is as different from the mutual love as the error from the truth.
Simplicity is the most difficult thing to secure in this world; it is the last limit of experience and the last effort of genius.
I'm beginning to believe that there are angels disguised as men who pass themselves off as such and who inhabit the earth for a while to console and lift up with them toward heaven the poor, exhausted and saddened souls who were ready to perish here below.