Heavy, heavy-hearted people grow lighter and rise occasionally to their surface through precisely that which makes others heavier,through hatred and love.
...throw roses into the abyss and say: 'here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive.
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
A noble soul is not the one that can manage the highest flights but the one that rises very little and falls very little but always dwells in a free, resplendent atmosphere and altitude.
The moment Germany rises as a great power, France gains a new importance as a cultural power.
Good prose is written only face to face with poetry.