I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being.

Young love needs dangers and barriers to nourish it.

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.

The marriage vow is an absurdity imposed by society.

Whoever has loved once, knows all that life contains of sorrow and of joy.

It is high time that we had lights that are not incendiary torches.

Try to keep your soul young and quivering right up to old age, and to imagine right up to the brink of death that life is only beginning. I think that is the only way to keep adding to one's talent, and one's inner happiness.