Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.

To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time.

Revery, which is thought in its nebulous state, borders closely upon the land of sleep, by which it is bounded as by a natural frontier.

...mothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain.

She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger.

I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.

A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance.