One can resist the invasion of an army but one cannot resist the invasion of ideas.
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.
The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist; it is by the ideal that we live.
You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.
God knows better than we do what we need.