Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!

A criminal remains a criminal whether he uses a convict's suit or a monarch's crown.

If I have not been exposed and am not in any danger of pursuit. But I have been exposed, I am pursued - by myself! That is a pursuer that does not readily let go.

Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.