I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.

Where there is great love, there are always wishes.

No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.