Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.
The man is placed where the Earth ends, the woman, where the heaven starts.
Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars. Cimourdain was full of virtues and truth, but they shine out of a dark background.
All who suffer are full of hatred; all who live drag a remorse: the dead alone have broken their chains.
To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.
The wise man does not grow old, but ripens.