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.
What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.
When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.
When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.
An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.