The only true language in the world is a kiss.

I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them

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

Man is a pupil, pain is his teacher.

The most despairing songs are the most beautiful, and I know some immortal ones that are pure tears.

Oh! my friend, when you feel bursting on your lips the vow of eternal love, do not be afraid to yield, but do not confound wine with intoxication; do not think the cup divine because the draft is of celestial flavor; do not be astonished to find it broken and empty in the evening.

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