Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

"What place would you advise me to visit now?" he asked. "The planet Earth," replied the geographer. "It has a good reputation."

It was the contemplation of God that created men who were equal, for it was in God that they were equal.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her.