The life of great geniuses is nothing but a sublime storm.

It is quite wrong to think of old age as a downward slope. On the contrary, one climbs higher and higher with the ad-vancing years, and that, too with sur-prising strides. Brain-work comes as easily to the old as physical exertion to the child. One is moving, it is true, towards the end of life, but that end is now a goal, and not a reef in which the vessel may be dashed.

Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?

No human being can control love, and no one is to blame either for feeling it or for losing it. What alone degrades a woman is falsehood.

It is love, not faith, that moves mountains.

Every historian discloses a new horizon.

Lying, like license, has its degrees.