O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.

Languages are jealous sovereigns, and passports are rarely allowed for travellers to cross their strictly guarded borders.

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.

The birds looked upon me as nothing but a man, quite a trifling creature without wings-and they would have nothing to do with me. Were it not so I would build a small cabin for myself among their crowd of nests and pass my days counting the sea waves.

for we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

Whether joy or sorrow, pain or pleasure; whatsoever may befall thee, accept it serenely with an unvanquished heart.