He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her up, though tottering himself. He felt as if his head were filled with smoke; flashes of light slipped through his eyelids; his thoughts vanished; it seemed to him that he was performing a religious act, and that he was committing a profanation. Moreover, he did not feel one passionate desire for this ravishing woman, whose form he felt against his heart. He was lost in love.

Dreaming is happiness. Waiting is life.

The heart becomes heroic through passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests upon anything but what is elevated and great.

He was fond of books, for they are cool and sure friends

The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.

I don't mind what Congress does, as long as they don't do it in the streets and frighten the horses.

I only take a half share in the civil war; I am willing to die, I am not willing to kill.