Whenever my life came to a halt, the questions would arise: Why? And what next?

Her face was brilliant and glowing; but this glow was not one of brightness; it suggested the fearful glow of a conflagration in the midst of a dark night.

Can it be that there is not enough space for man in this beautiful world, under those immeasurable, starry heavens?

Woman, you see, is an object of such a kind that study it as much as you will, it is always quite new.

One of the most obtuse superstitions is the superstition of the scientists who say that man can exist without faith.

And all these people lived not by reason of any care they had for themselves, but by the love for them that was in other people.

When one's head is gone one doesn't weep for one's hair!