He who loves the more is the inferior and must suffer.

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected-in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.

It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.

Speech is civilization itself. The word, even the most contradictious word, preserves contact-it is silence which isolates.

It is a deep-lying patriarchal instinct in the dog which leads him-at least in the more manly, outdoor breeds-to recognize and honor in the man of the house and head of the family his absolute master and overlord, protector of the hearth; and to find in the relation of vassalage to him the basis and value of his own existence, whereas his attitude toward the rest of the family is much more independent.

There is a way of being an artist that goes so deep and is so much a matter of origins and destinies that no longing seems to it sweeter and more worth knowing than longing after the bliss of the commonplace.

Thought that can merge wholly into feeling, feeling that can merge wholly into thought-these are the artist's highest joy.

There lay the little miracle among the pillows: so well formed, so encompassed, as it were, with the harmony of sweet proportions, with little hands that even then, though so much tinier, were beautiful as now; with wide-open eyes blue as the sky and brighter than the sunshine-and almost in that very second he felt himself captured and held fast.

And his heart was stirred, it felt a father's kindness: such an emotion as the possessor of beauty can inspire in one who has offered himself up in spirit to create beauty.

Some of necessity go astray, because for them there is no such thing as a right path.