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.
What says the law? You will not kill. How does it say it? By killing!
The learned man knows that he is ignorant.
What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.
Is it not when the fall is the lowest that charity ought to be the greatest?
He sought...to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars.