The delight we inspire in others has this enchanting peculiarity that, far from being diminished like every other reflection, it returns to us more radiant than ever.
In the opera we call love, the libretto is almost nothing.
What love commences can be finished by God alone.
A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!
Whom man kills, him God restoreth to life.
One drop of wine is enough to redden a whole glass of water.