At all events, I do not mean to leave it unaltered.

Love, I take it, must look toward something not quite accessible, something not quite understood.

In what else, pray, does man differ from the other animals except in that he is used by words?

There is no gift more great than love.

I ask of literature precisely those things of which I feel the lack in my own life.

Life is very marvelous... and to the wonders of the earth there is no end appointed.

Good and evil keep very exact accounts... and the face of every man is their ledger.