To live a life which is a perpetual falsehood is to suffer unknown tortures.
The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.
There is a way of meeting error while on the road of truth.
Have but luck, and you will have the rest; be fortunate, and you will be thought great.
Oh! Everything I loved!
Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.