Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have thei — André Gide

"La sagesse nest pas dans la raison, mais dans lamour."

"...que toute émotion sache te devenir une ivresse. Si ce que tu manges ne te grise pas, cest que tu navais pas assez faim."

"Familles, je vous hais! foyers clos; portes refermées; possessions jalouses du bonheur."

"Le péché, cest ce qui obscurcit lâme."

"Ce quun autre aurait aussi bien fait que toi, ne le fais pas. Ce quun autre aurait aussi bien dit que toi, ne le dis pas, — aussi bien écrit que toi, ne lécris pas. Ne tattache en toi quà ce que tu sens qui nest nulle part ailleurs quen toi-même, et crée de toi, impatiemment ou patiemment, ah! le plus irremplaçable des êtres."

"True kindness presupposes the faculty of imagining as ones own the suffering and joys of others."

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."