We possess only the happiness we able to understand.

There comes no adventure but wears to our soul the shape of our everyday thoughts.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

Happiness is rarely absent; it is we that know not of its presence.

Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers?

The dog is the only living being that has found and recognizes an indubitable, tangible and definite god. He knows to whom above him to give himself. He has not to seek for a superior and infinite power.

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.