I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them
There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.
The life of a devotee is a crusade of which the heart is the Holy Land.
What a frightful weapon is human thought! It is our defense and our safeguard, the most precious gift that God has made us. It is ours and it obeys us; we may launch it forth into space, but, once outside of our feeble brains, it is gone; we can no longer control it.
In my flowery dreams there's always you. I do not regret it one bit.
Vanity and dignity are incompatible with each other; vain women are almost sure to be vulnerable.