He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
To put everything in balance is good, to put everything in harmony is better.
To love another person is to see the face of God.
The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.
Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin. The inexplicable fact is that the blinder it is, the more tenacious it is. It is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.
It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.
Emergencies have always been necessary to progress. It was darkness which produced the lamp. It was fog that produced the compass. It was hunger that drove us to exploration. And it took a depression to teach us the real value of a job.
Forty is the old age of youth; fifty is the youth of old age.
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not allow it to grow on a branch that is too weak to bear it.
Genius is a promontory jutting out of the infinite.
Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
Hope is the word which God has written on the brow of every man.
Inspiration and genius - one and the same.
Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.
Those who always pray are necessary to those who never pray.
