Our busy age does not always have time to read, but it always has time to look.
Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen.
Books follow morals, and not morals books.
Sometimes he sits at your feet looking into your face with an expression so gentle and caressing that the depth of his gaze startles you.
Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes!
To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.