The day that a woman who is passing before you sheds a light upon you as she goes, you are lost, you love. You have then but one thing to do: to think of her so earnestly that she will be compelled to think of you.

Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin. The inexplicable fact is that the blinder it is, the more tenacious it is. It is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.

Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal.

If you don't build castles in the air you won't build anything on the ground.

Often when we think we are knotting one thread, we are tying quite another.

We teachers make the road, others will make the journey.

The sewer is the conscience of the city.