Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye.

It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings; it is the soft, luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.

The fire of true enthusiasm is like the fires of Baku, which no water can ever quench, and which burn steadily on from night to day, and year to year, because their well-spring is eternal.

Fame has only the span of the day, they say. But to live in the hearts of people-that is worth something.

The joy of a strong nature is as cloudless as its suffering is desolate.

Opposition to a man in love is like oil to fire.

Even of death Christianity has made a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan and the stoical repose of the Indian.