Know how to replace in your heart, by the happiness of those you love, the happiness that may be wanting to yourself
The trade of authorship is a violent, and indestructible obsession.
The mind has no sex.
... love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot.
You can bind my body, tie my hands, govern my actions: you are the strongest, and society adds to your power; but with my will, sir, you can do nothing.
It is love, not faith, that moves mountains.