What is called honors and dignities, and even honor and dignity, is generally fool's gold.

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.

Everything being a constant carnival, there is no carnival left.

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.

What love commences can be finished by God alone.

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.

People do not read stupidities with impunity.