And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.

The soul...is audible, not visible.

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

The little I have seen of the world teaches me to look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger. When I take the history of one poor heart that has sinned and suffered, and represent to myself the struggles and temptations it has passed through, the brief pulsations of joy, the feverish inquietude of hope and fear, the pressure of want, the desertion of friends, I would fain leave the erring soul of my fellow-man with Him from whose hand it came.

Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.

A man must be of a very quiet and happy nature, who can long endure the country; and, moreover, very well contented with his own insignificant person.

It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old.