All that was neither a city, nor a church, nor a river, nor color, nor light, nor shadow: it was reverie. For a long time, I remained motionless, letting myself be penetrated gently by this unspeakable ensemble, by the serenity of the sky and the melancholy of the moment. I do not know what was going on in my mind, and I could not express it; it was one of those ineffable moments when one feels something in himself which is going to sleep and something which is awakening.

We do not comprehend everything, but we insult nothing.

God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers.

These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps

If the infinite had no me, then me would be its limit. It would not be the infinite, therefore it would not be.

Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and air of passion. Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts. If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. To love another person is to see the face of God.

To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.