To Dare is to risk losing your foothold for a moment, Not to Dare is to risk losing yourself.

The absurd . . . the fact that with God all things are possible. The absurd is not one of the factors which can be discriminated within the proper compass of the understanding: it is not identical with the improbable, the unexpected, the unforeseen.

A poet is an unhappy creature whose heart is tortured by deepest suffering but whose lips are so formed that when his sighs and cries stream out over them, their sound beomes like the sound of beautiful music . . . . And men flock about the poet saying, Sing for us soon again; that is to say, may new sufferings torture your soul, and may your lips continue to be formed as before.

Comparison is the most dangerous acquaintance love can make.

There can be no faith without risk.

Where there are two people, there is untruth.

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.