That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.
When two mouths, made sacred by love, draw near to each other to create, it is impossible, that above that ineffable kiss there should not be a thrill in the immense mystery of the stars.
To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.
Toleration is the best religion.
Those who do not weep, do not see.
The soul has greater need of the ideal than of the real