When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered so far as they are concerned; they are no longer anything more than the two boundaries of the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the same spirit. Love, soar.

She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.

How frightened hypocrisy hastens to defend itself.

Reason is intelligence taking exercise. Imagination is intelligence with an erection.

Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation, no fate proposes more inexorably than love. Love is life, if it is not death. Cradle; coffin, too. The same sentiment says yes and no in the human heart. Of all the things God has made, the human heart is the one that sheds most light, and alas! most night.

To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.

He was fond of books, for they are cool and sure friends