Go to sleep in peace. God is awake.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
When I speak to you about myself, I am speaking to you about yourself. How is it you don't see that?
Love is like a tree, it grows of its own accord, it puts down deep roots into our whole being.
Reality in strong doses frightens.
It is an unpleasant thing to go to bed without supper, it is a still less pleasant thing not to sup and not to know where one is to sleep.