Death is more certain than the morrow, than night following day, than winter following summer. Why is it then that we prepare for the night and for the winter time, but do not prepare for death. We must prepare for death. But there is only one way to prepare for death - and that is to live well.

By words one transmits thoughts to another, by means of art, one transmits feelings.

Why am I going?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know that I am going in order to be where you are," said he. "I cannot do otherwise." "Not a word, not a movement of yours will I ever forget, nor can I.

In historic events, the so-called great men are labels giving names to events, and like labels they have but the smallest connection with the event itself. Every act of theirs, which appears to them an act of their own will, is in an historical sense involuntary and is related to the whole course of history and predestined from eternity.

The best thoughts most often come in the morning after waking, while still in bed or while walking.

Each time of life has its own kind of love.

We walked to meet each other up at the time of our love and then we have been irresistibly drifting in different directions, and there's no altering that.