Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.

A fall from such a height is rarely straight downwards.

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their destinies, as that which they do.

For the rest, he was the same to all men, the fashionable world and the ordinary people. He judged nothing in haste, or without taking account of the cirumstances. He said, 'Let me see how the fault arose.

I dislike wealth and prosperity, especially that of other men.