The day that a woman who is passing before you sheds a light upon you as she goes, you are lost, you love. You have then but one thing to do: to think of her so earnestly that she will be compelled to think of you.

There is in every village a torch - the teacher; and an extinguisher - the priest.

The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.

...Man lives by affirmation even more than he does by bread.

A thousand men enslaved fear one beast free.

What makes night within us may leave stars.

Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds.