Do you know what friendship is... it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.

Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.

Not seeing people permits us to imagine them with every perfection.

A house is built of logs and stone, of tiles and posts and piers; a home is built of loving deeds that stand a thousand years.

I had a dream my life would be different from this hell I am living, so different from what it seemed. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

I only take a half share in the civil war; I am willing to die, I am not willing to kill.

The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.