Dying is nothing. What's terrible is not to live.

There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths.

This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.

The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness.

My greatness does not extend to this shelf.

If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.

As for the author, he is profoundly unaware of what the classical or romantic genre might consist of.... In literature, as in allthings, there is only the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly, the true and the false.