What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!
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.
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.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.
It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
