Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?

No matter how often you knock at nature's door, she won't answer in words you can understand--for Nature is dumb. She'll vibrate and moan like a violin, but you mustn't expect a song.

Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.

Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.

I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.

In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.

I share no man's opinions; I have my own.