Sometimes we behave as though there was something more important than life. But what?

True love is visible not to the eyes but to the heart, for eyes may be deceived.

* if someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows, in all the millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

The thing that is important is the thing that is not seen.

For instance, if you come at four in the afternoon, I'll begin to be happy by three. The closer it gets to four, the happier I'll feel. By four I'll be excited and worried; I'll discover what it costs to be happy! But if you come at any od time, I'll never know when I should prepare my heart... There must be rites.

You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed.