He who possesses science and art, Possesses religion as well; He who possesses neither of these, Had better have religion.

And we went our separate ways without having understood each other. As in this world nobody understands the other easily.

So then the year is repeating its old story again. We are come once more, thank God! to its most charming chapter. The violets and the Mayflowers are as its inscriptions or vignettes. It always makes a pleasant impression on us, when we open again at these pages of the book of life.

The hardest thing is to see what's under your very eyes.

He who is resolute conquers grief.

The true poet is called to take in the splendor of the world and for that reason will always be inclined to praise rather than tofind fault.

Who are you then?" "I am part of that power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good.