At moments of departure and a change of life, people capable of reflecting on their actions usually get into a serious state of mind. At these moments they usually take stock of the past and make plan...
And what is justice? The princess thought of that proud word 'justice'. All the complex laws of man centered for her in one clear and simple law—the law of love and self-sacrifice taught us by Him who...
And then all at once love turns up, and you're done for, done for.
And the slaves prided themselves on their master, saying: ‘There is no better lord than ours under the sun. He feeds and clothes us well, and gives us work suited to our strength. He bears no malice,...
Always the same. Now a spark of hope flashes up, then a sea of despair rages, and always pain; always pain, always despair, and always the same.
All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.
All that day she had had the feeling that she was playing in the theatre with actors better than herself and that her poor playing spoiled the whole thing.
A moment's pain can be a lifetime's gain.
A good player who loses at chess is genuinely convinced hat he has lost because of a mistake, and he looks for this mistake in the beginning of his game, but forgets that there were also mistakes at e...
A cigar is a sort of thing, not exactly a pleasure, but the crown and outward sign of pleasure.
There was apparent in all a sort of anxiety, a softening of the heart, and a consciousness of some great, unfathomable mystery being accomplished... the most solemn mystery in the world was being acco...
Whatever we may say about the soul going to the sky... we know there is no sky but only an atmosphere.
Without knowing what I am and why I am here, life is impossible.
«But you are talking of physical love. Do you not admit a love based upon a conformity of ideals, on a spiritual affinity?»«Why not? But in that case it is not necessary to procreate together (excuse...
[from ]For a historian considering the achievement of a certain aim, there are heroes; for the artist treating of a man's relation to all sides of life there cannot and should not be heroes, but there...
Who am I? I am that which thou hast searched for since thy baby eyes gazed wonderingly upon the world, whose horizon hides this real life from thee. I am that which in thy heart thou hast prayed for,...
When Mother smiled, no matter how nice her face had been before, it became incomparably nicer and everything around seemed to brighten up as well.
What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.
Tout comprendre, c'est tout pardonner.
To live in the needs of the day, find forgetfulness.