Love that stammers, that stutters, is apt to be the love that loves best.

Now I am nothing but a veil; all my body is a veil beneath which a child sleeps.

Let the radiance of my enthusiasms envelop the poor courtyard and the bare classroom. Let my heart be a stronger column and my goodwill purer gold than the columns and gold of rich schools.

Speech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world.

For me, religiosity is ... the constant remembrance of the presence of the soul.

Now my belly is as noble as my heart.

I have all that I lost and I go carrying my childhood like a favorite flower that perfumes my hand.