A correct answer is like an affectionate kiss.

Good children's literature appeals not only to the child in the adult, but to the adult in the child.

Ah! my poor brain is racked and crazed, My spirit and senses amazed!

One does not get to know that one exists until one rediscovers oneself in others.

It is better to be deceived by one's friends than to deceive them.

Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!

Since I have heard often enough that everyone in the end has his own religion, nothing seemed more natural to me than to fashion my own.