Great is truth. Fire cannot burn it nor water drown it.

It is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides!

We’ll go where the air is pure, where all sounds are soothing, where, no matter how proud one may be, one feels humble and finds oneself small- in short, we’ll go to the sea. I love the sea as one loves a mistress and I long for her when I haven’t seen her for some time

(...) the tree forsakes not the flower: the flower falls from the tree.

But Valentine, why despair, why always paint the future in such sombre hues?" Maximilien asked. "Because, my friend, I judge it by the past.

God is always the last resource.

...does that not tell you that grief is like life and that there is always somethings unknown beyond it?