That which is eternal in Woman lifts us above.

Rash combat oft immortalizes man; if he should fall, he is renowned in song; but after-ages reckon not the ceaseless tears which the forsaken woman sheds. Poets tell us not of the many nights consumed in weeping, or of the dreary days wherein her anguished soul vainly yearns to call her loved one back.

When translating one must proceed up to the intranslatable; only then one becomes aware of the foreign nation and the foreign tongue.

I treat my heart like a sick child and gratify its every fancy

A lot of people do not care about your money until nearly penniless. They also do so with time

Love has the tendency of pressing together all the lights - all the rays emitted from the beloved object by the burning-glass of fantasy, - into one focus, and making of them one radiant sun without any spots.

Not art and science only, but patience will be required for the work.