Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
Where the telescope ends the microscope begins, and which has the wider vision?
Now, one cannot read nonsense with impunity.
This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.
Nothing awakens reminiscence like an aroma.
When we are at the end of life, to die means to go away; when we are at the beginning, to go away means to die.