I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.

The ideal story is that of two people who go into love step for step, with a fluttered consciousness, like a pair of children venturing together into a dark room.

But that is the object of long living, that man should cease to care about life.

In every part and corner of our life, to lose oneself is to be a gainer; to forget oneself is to be happy.

To be honest...here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude...

Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door; Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn Disturbs the eternal sleep, But in the stillness far withdrawn Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.

The problem of education is twofold: first to know, and then to utter. Everyone who lives any semblance of an inner life thinks more nobly and profoundly than he speaks.