He was afraid of defiling the love which filled his soul.

We should show life neither as it is or as it ought to be, but only as we see it in our dreams.

Some mathematician said that pleasure lies not in discovering the truth but in searching for it.

I now understand that my welfare is only possible if I acknowledge my unity with all the people of the world without exception.

A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.

Meanwhile spring arrived. My old dejection passed away and gave place to the unrest which spring brings with it, full of dreams and vague hopes and desires.

She put both her hands on his shoulders and gazed at him long, with a deep look of ecstasy and yet searchingly. She scrutinized his face to make up for the time she had not seen him. She compared, as she did at every interview with him, the image her fancy painted of him (incomparably finer than, and impossible in actual existence) with his real self.