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?

If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.

He was the soul of politeness to everyone -- to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

Great God, grant that twice two be not four.

Significance is sweet.

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