The propaganda of communism possesses a language which every people can understand. Its elements are simply hunger, envy, death.

Silence can be defined as conversation with an Englishman

The stones here speak to me, and I know their mute language. Also, they seem deeply to feel what I think. So a broken column of the old Roman times, an old tower of Lombardy, a weather- beaten Gothic piece of a pillar understands me well. But I am a ruin myself, wandering among ruins.

If you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure, then believe.

Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time.

Every woman is the gift of a world to me.

It is only kindred griefs that draw forth our tears, and each weeps really for himself.