There is but one way of refusing To-morrow, that is to die.

There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit.

There is no rapture in the love which is prompted by esteem; such affection is lasting, not passionate.

Whom man kills, him God restoreth to life.

Do you know what friendship is... it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.

God knows better than we do what we need.

There is suffering in the light; in excess it burns. Flame is hostile to the wing. To burn and yet to fly, this is the miracle of genius.