Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
Illness isn't the only thing that spoils the appetite.
Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man's the workman in it.
I've become convinced that every person should treat himself strictly and even rudely and distrustfully; it's difficult to tame the beast in oneself.
It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?