The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine

The life of a devotee is a crusade of which the heart is the Holy Land.

The only true language in the world is a kiss.

Each memorable verse of a true poet has two or three times the written content.

Few persons enjoy real liberty; we are all slaves to ideas or habits.

A lively retrospect summons back to us once more our youth, with vivid reflex of its early joys and unstained pleasures.

If you are weak, dependent upon others, inclined to allow yourself to be dominated by opinion, to take root wherever you see a little soil, make for yourself a shield that will resist everything, for if you yield to your weaker nature you will not grow, you will dry up like a dead plant, and you will bear neither fruit nor flowers.