Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.

What lies lurk in kisses.

The great pulsation of nature beats too in my breast, and when I carol aloud, I am answered by a thousand-fold echo. I hear a thousand nightingales. Spring hath sent them to awaken Earth from her morning slumber, and Earth trembles with ecstasy, her flowers are hymns, which she sings in inspiration to the sun.

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.

There is only one writer in whom I find something that reminds me of the directness of style which is found in the Bible. It is Shakespeare.

Pretty women without religion are like flowers without perfume.

He who fights with priests may make up his mind to have his poor good name torn and befouled by the most infamous lies and the most cutting slanders.