God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.

With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?

There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go.

You prove your worth with your actions, not with your mouth.

Nations and men are only the best when they are the gladdest, and deserve heaven when they enjoy it.

The burden of suffering seems a tombstone hung about our necks, while in reality it is only the weight which is necessary to keep down the diver while he is hunting for pearls.