What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another.

Brothers, he who dies here dies in the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the dawn.

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.

Cheerfulness is like money well expended in charity; the more we dispense of it, the greater our possession.

Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art.

One sometimes says: 'He killed himself because he was bored with life.' One ought rather to say: 'He killed himself because he was bored by lack of life.'