Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children.

To love is the half of to believe.

When the heart is dry the eye is dry.

If suffer we must, let's suffer on the heights.

Good actions are the invisible hinges on the doors of heaven.

Art needs no spur beyond itself.