Sus ojos, que por largo rato vagaron distraídos sobre la brillante superficie del agua y sobre un rayo de sol que se deslizaba entre las ramas. - George Sand

I don't know why, but any thought of the future upsets me intolerably. So I had to turn and look back at certain aspects of the past, and only then did I recover my calm. I thought of our friendship and was overcome by guilt at having allowed so much bitterness to invade my wretched heart. I recalled the joys and sorrows we had shared. Both are so dear to me that I began to sob like a woman when I remembered them.

Ce n'est pas la première fois que je remarque combien, en France particulièrement, les mots ont plus d’empire que les idées.

The most honest of men is the one who thinks and acts best, but the most powerful is the one who writes and speaks best.