You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.

The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.

What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?

I never started from ideas but always from character.

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?

I don't see why it's impossible to express everything that's on one's mind.

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.