Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.

One of the magnanimities of woman is to yield.

What matters deafness of the ear, when the mind hears? The one true deafness, the incurable deafness, is that of the mind.

The soul helps the body, and at certain moments raises it. It is the only bird that sustains its cage.

We need those who pray constantly to compensate for those who do not pray at all.

The fact is that the beautiful, humanly speaking, is merely form considered in its simplest aspect, in its most perfect symmetry, in its most entire harmony with our make-up. Thus the ensemble that it offers us is always complete, but restricted like ourselves. What we call the ugly, on the contrary, is a detail of a great whole which eludes us, and which is in harmony, not with man but with all creation. That is why it constantly presents itself to us in new but incomplete aspects.