Without a mother, one cannot love. Without a mother, one cannot die.

If I know what love is, it is because of you.

There were entertaining, impassioned, or witty lectures on Goethe, say, in which he would be depicted descending from a post chaise wearing a blue frock-coat t…

How mysterious this life was, how deep and muddy its waters ran, yet how clear and noble what emerged from them.