If I were Jesus Christ, I would save Judas.
Solitude either develops the mental power, or renders men dull and vicious.
Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.
What a gloomy thing, not to know the address of one's soul.
Never laugh at those who suffer; suffer sometimes those who laugh.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.