The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.

To think is an act. To feel is a fact.

Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.

Even great men are only truly recognized and honored once they are dead. Why? Because those who praise them need to feel themselves somehow superior to the person praised, they need to feel they are making some concession.

I, who called love my hope for love.

I work only with lost and founds.

My life, the most truthful one, is unrecognizable, extremely interior, and there is no single word that gives it meaning.