Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time.

Without at all invalidating what we have just said, we believe that a perpetual remembrance of the tomb is proper for the living. On this point, the priest and the philosopher agree: We must die.

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.

As we have said, robust souls are sometimes almost, but not entirely, overthrown by strokes of misfortune....Despair has steps leading upward. From total depression we rise to despondency, from despondency to affliction, from affliction to melancholy. Melancholy is a twilight state in which suffering transmutes into a somber joy....Melancholy is the enjoyment of being sad.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.

Diamonds are to be found only in the darkness of the earth, and truth in the darkness of the mind.

Love each other dearly always. There is scarcely anything else in the world but that: to love one another.