He was not bound. No one led him by the arm. He got out of the carriage as if he were a free man.

...talent means nothing, while experience, acquired in humility and with hard work, means everything.

When they finally did dare it, at first with stolen glances and then candid ones, they had to smile. They were uncommonly proud. For the first time they had done something out of Love.

Bathed in sweat and trembling with agitation, no, not with agitation, but with fear, for he finally admitted it to himself: it was naked fear that had seized him, and in admitting it he grew calmer and his thoughts clearer.

It was good, really, that this external world still existed, if only as a place of refuge.

He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.

Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame.