The soul does not give itself up to despair until it has exhausted all illusions.
What a gloomy thing, not to know the address of one's soul.
Do you know what friendship is... it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.
It is man's consolation that the future is to be a sunrise instead of a sunset.
Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?