A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
Dreaming is happiness. Waiting is life.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs, the violets, and the roses, as at twenty years ago.
In love, such a word, whispered, is a mysterious kiss of the soul to the soul.
It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.