What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.

“Hay tantas mentes, como hombres y tantas clases de amor, como corazones”

“He stepped down trying not to look long at her, as though she were the sun, yet…”

“Meanwhile spring arrived. My old dejection passed away and gave place to the un…”

“There was within him a deep unexpressed conviction that all would be well, but …”