Nothing is real beyond imaginative patterns men make of reality.
Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
Love is weak when there is more doubt than there is trust, but love is most strong when you learn to trust even with all the doubts. If a thing loves, it is infinite.
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.