...The girls chirped and chatted like uncaged warblers. They were delirious with joy... Intoxications of life’s morning! Enchanted years! The wing of a dragonfly trembles! Oh, reader, whoever you may be, do you have such memories? Have you walked in the underbrush, pushing aside branches for the charming head behind you? Have you slid laughing, down some slope wet with rain, with the woman you loved?

Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again.

O youth! thou often tearest thy wings against the thorns of voluptuousness.

The soul does not give itself up to despair until it has exhausted all illusions.

Vengeance comes from the individual and punishment from God.

We should judge a man much more surely from what he dreams than from what he thinks.

He would give all of his clothes to his servant, admonishing him NOT to return them until he had completed his day's work.