It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.
All things are symbols.
Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.
Life like an empty dream flits by.
The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.