There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof

Fancy rules over two thirds of the universe, the past, and future, while reality is confined to the present

It is easy to flatter; it is harder to praise

Poverty is the only load which is the heavier the more loved ones there are to assist in bearing it

Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest

Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter

There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go

Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account

God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul