To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others.

We are always looking into the future, but we see only the past.

Liberty must be a mighty thing; for by it God punishes and rewards nations.

To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others.

We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day, and pelt with baked apples the next.

It would seem that by our sorrows only are we called to a knowledge of the Infinite. Are we happy? The limits of life constrain us on all sides.

Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them.