Crime is redeemed by remorse, but not by a blow of the axe or slipknot. Blood has to be washed by tears but not by blood.

Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.

The production of souls is the secret of unfathomable depth.

At least you are mine! Soon – in a few months, perhaps, my angel will sleep in my arms, will awaken in my arms, will live there. All your thought at all moments, all your looks will be for me; all my thought, all my moments, all my looks will be for you!

Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.

Dirt has been shrewdly termed "misplaced material.

Nothing is more dangerous than discontinued labor; it is habit lost. A habit easy to abandon, difficult to resume.