The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious.
All human history moves towards one great goal
I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out.
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.