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.
He who sees without loving is only straining his eyes in the darkness.
The living are just the dead on holiday
Happiness will never be any greater than the idea we have of it.
Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?.
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.