Three things remain with us from paradise: stars, flowers and children.

Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.

From a little spark may burst a flame.

It was the hour of morning, when the sun mounts with those stars that shone with it when God's own love first set in motion those fair things

To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.

If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.