For love is exultant when it unites equals, but it is triumphant when it makes that which was unequal equal in love.

Language has time as its element; all other media have space as their element.

People commonly travel the world over to see rivers and mountains, new stars, garish birds, freak fish, grotesque breeds of human; they fall into an animal stupor that gapes at existence and they think they have seen something.

Certainty... lurks at the door of faith and threatens to devour it.

No time of life is so beautiful as the early days of love, when with every meeting, every glance, one fetches something new home to rejoice over.

Idleness, we are accustomed to say, is the root of all evil. To prevent this evil, work is recommended.... Idleness as such is by no means a root of evil; on the contrary, it is truly a divine life, if one is not bored.

The question is asked in ignorance, by one who does not even know what can have led him to ask it.