Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.
Sacrificing the earth for paradise is giving up the substance for the shadow.
Another story must begin!
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
An increase of tenderness always ended by boiling over and turning to indignation. He was at the point where we seek to adopt a course, and to accept what tears us apart.
If suffer we must, let’s suffer on the heights.
There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but on condition that they are followed by reconstructions.
Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters.
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.
The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.
Let us study things that are no more. It is necessary to understand them, if only to avoid them.
One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. For a sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean.
Animals run no risk of going to hell. They are already there.
What makes night within us may leave stars.
Tobacco is the plant that converts thoughts into dreams.
What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet.
A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in – what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.
To rise from error to truth is rare and beautiful.