Have but luck, and you will have the rest; be fortunate, and you will be thought great.

He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her up, though tottering himself. He felt as if his head were filled with smoke; flashes of light slipped through his eyelids; his thoughts vanished; it seemed to him that he was performing a religious act, and that he was committing a profanation. Moreover, he did not feel one passionate desire for this ravishing woman, whose form he felt against his heart. He was lost in love.

One of the magnanimities of woman is to yield.

Earnestness is the salt of eloquence.

The reduction of the universe to the compass of a single being, and the extension of a single being until it reaches God - that is love. Love is the salute of the angels to the stars. How sad is the heart when rendered sad by love! How great is the void created by the absence of the being who alone fills the world.

Prayer is an august avowal of ignorance.

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