Great perils have this beauty, that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers.
To love beauty is to see light.
Let us say it now: to be blind and to be loved, is indeed, upon this earth where nothing is complete, one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness.
Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.
Never laugh at those who suffer; suffer sometimes those who laugh.
Women play with their beauty as children do with their knives. They wound themselves with it.