Emotion is always new and the word has always served; therein lies the difficulty of expressing emotion.

These Greek capitals, black with age, and quite deeply graven in the stone, with I know not what signs peculiar to Gothic calligraphy imprinted upon their forms and upon their attitudes, as though with the purpose of revealing that it had been a hand of the Middle Ages which had inscribed them there, and especially the fatal and melancholy meaning contained in them, struck the author deeply.

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.

Loving is half of believing.

Youth, even in its sorrows, always has a brilliancy of its own.

A man without a woman is like a pistol without a trigger; it is the woman who makes the man go off.

Not seeing people allows you to think of them as perfect in all kinds of ways.