The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

If youth did not matter so much to itself it would never have the heart to go on

No one can build her security on the nobleness of another person

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

I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon.