Those who live are those who fight.

The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.

Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.

It was SHE. Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meaning contained in the three letters of this word ‘she.

The ideal and the beautiful are identical; the ideal corresponds to the idea, and beauty to form; hence idea and substance are cognate.

Progress is not accomplished in one stage.

Our mind is enriched by what we receive, our heart by what we give.