Love

* Love, from the very beginning, does not know its own depth until the hour of parting!

* How hard is the life of one who asks for love and is given nothing but desire.

* The spiritual man is he who has tried all the things of the flesh and then risen in revolt against them.

* Love is an awakening that takes hold of death and of life and creates out of them a dream stranger than life and deeper than death.

* Nothing is harder than the life of a woman who finds herself standing between a man who loves her and a man she loves.

* Love is the only freedom in this world, for it lifts the soul to a lofty station which the laws and customs of men cannot reach, and over which the statutes and decrees of nature hold no sway.

* Love is a thick mist that wraps the soul about on every side, veiling from it the outlines of existence, so that it sees nothing but its own inclinations trembling among the rocks, and hears nothing but the echo of its own cry coming from the hollows of the valley.

* I contemplated nature long, and found in it something without limit and without end — something that cannot be bought with money, something that the tears of autumn do not efface nor the sorrow of winter kill, something that the lakes of Switzerland do not create, nor the pleasure-gardens of Italy — something that endures, and so lives on in the spring and bears fruit in the summer.