A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist; it is by the ideal that we live.
There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees.
It is from books that wise people derive consolation in the troubles of life.
To love another person is to see the face of God.
What I feel for you seems less of earth and more of a cloudless heaven.
In vain we chisel, as best we can, the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny reappears continually.