Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter. |
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. |
Let us have compassion for those under chastisement. Alas, who are we ourselves? Who am I and who are you? Whence do we come and is it quite certain that we did nothing before we were born? This earth is not without some resemblance to a gaol. Who kn |
Liberation is not deliverance. |
Life is a flower of which love is the honey. |
Life is a voyage. |
Life is the flower for which love is the honey. |
Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields which have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes |
Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved. |
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise. |
Love, thine is the future. Death, I use thee, but I hate thee. Citizens, there shall be in the future neither darkness nor thunderbolts; neither ferocious ignorance nor blood for blood. |
Loving is half of believing. |
Mankind is not a circle with a single center but an ellipse with two focal points of which facts are one and ideas the other. |
Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad |
Music expresses that which can not be said and on which it is impossible to be silent |