A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.
In short, I am doing what I can, I suffer with the same universal suffering, and I try to assuage it, I possess only the puny forces of a man, and I cry to all: “Help me!
Good actions are the invisible hinges on the doors of heaven.
What love commences can be finished by God alone.
Popularity? It's glory's small change.
Let us say it now: to be blind and to be loved, is indeed, upon this earth where nothing is complete, one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness.