There are women who love their husbands as blindly, as enthusiastically, and as enigmatically as nuns their cloister.
Those who know nothing must believe everything.
Passion is always suffering, even when gratified.
When art find no temple open, it takes refuge in the workshop.
In meeting again after a separation, acquaintances ask after our outward life, friends after our inner life.
Nobody knows enough, but many know too much.