God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.

Never write on a subject without first having read yourself full on it; and never read on a subject till you have thought yourself hungry on it.

Repetition is the mother of education.

The heart needs not for its heaven much space, nor many stars therein, if only the star of love has arisen.

Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.

He thought of the mouldering child, which laid its withered thin arms around his soul, as if it were his own, and to whom Death had given as much as a god gave to Endymion, — sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.

Paradise is always where love dwells.