Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

The other one he loved like a slave, like a madman and like a beggar. Why? Ask the dust on the road and the falling leaves, ask the mysterious God of life; for no one knows such things. She gave him nothing, no nothing did she give him and yet he thanked her. She said: Give me your peace and your reason! And he was only sorry she did not ask for his life.

Heaven knows that there are plenty of opportunities in later life, too, for being carried away. What of it? We remain what we are and, no doubt, it is all very good for us!

Do not forget, some give little, and it is much for them, others give all, and it costs them no effort; who then has given most?

In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unless someone explains it to you

There was a rock in front of my hut, a tall, gray rock. By its looks it seemed to be well-disposed toward me.

No worse fate can befall a young man or woman than becoming prematurely entrenched in prudence and negation.