Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs, the violets, and the roses, as at twenty years ago.

The animal is ignorant of the fact that he knows. The man is aware of the fact that he is ignorant.

And so, being in Heaven, it was easy for him to lose sight of earth.

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.

There is such a thing as the pressure of darkness.

Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal.

. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.