Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends. |
A light here required a shadow there. |
Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. |
Language is wine upon the lips. |
Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works. |
Books are the mirrors of the soul. |
What does the brain matter compared with the heart? |
You cannot find peace by avoiding life. |
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. |
Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation. |