What do we know but that we face one another in this place?
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.