I was dying when you came.

What is said about men often has as much influence upon their lives, and especially upon their destinies, as what they do.

Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.

I tried. But I feel that I haven't given utterance to the thousandth part of what lies within me. When I go to the grave I can say as others have said, "I have finished my day's work." But I cannot say, "I have finished my life." My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight, but opens on the dawn.

The most terrible of motives and the most unanswerable of responses: Because.

Women play with their beauty as children do with their knives. They wound themselves with it.

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.