Inspiration and genius -one and the same.
Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it.
Of all the things that God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, alas! and the most darkness.
Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.
At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.