How strangely do we diminish a thing as soon as we try to express it in words.

We possess only the happiness we able to understand.

Sacrifice may be a flower that virtue will pluck on its road, but it was not to gather this flower that virtue set forth on its travels.

The thoughts you think will irradiate you as though you are a transparent vase.

There is no soul that does not respond to love, for the soul of man is a guest that has gone hungry these centuries back.

If you love yourself meanly, childishly, timidly, even so shall you love your neighbor.

Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?.