These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps

Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again.

"Animals are happy," said the queen. "They run no risk of going to hell." "They are there already," replied Josiana.

Every idea must have a visible enfolding.

When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered so far as they are concerned; they are no longer anything more than the two boundaries of the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the same spirit. Love, soar.

I write with one hand, but I fight with both.

The memory of an absent person shines in the deepest recesses of the heart, shining the more brightly the more wholly its object has vanished: a light on the horizon of the despairing, darkened spirit; a star gleaming in our inward night.