When love is not madness, it is not love.
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
In this treacherous world Nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the color Of the crystal through which one sees it”
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?
A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer's need.