In the opera we call love, the libretto is almost nothing.
His judgement demonstrates that one can be a genius and understand nothing of an art that is not one's own.
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.
Nothing is really small; whoever is open to the deep penetration of nature knows this.
Great buildings, like great mountains, are the work of centuries.
The rich's paradise was created by the poor's hell.