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

Penser, voilà le triomphe vrai de l’âme.

The soul that loves and suffers is in the sublime state.

Happy, even in anguish, is he to whom God has given a soul worthy of love and grief! He who has not seen the things of this world, and the heart of men in this double light, has seen nothing, and knows noting of the truth.

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.

Ceux qui vivent, ce sont ceux qui luttent ; ce sontCeux dont un dessein ferme emplit l'âme et le front.Ceux qui d'un haut destin gravissent l'âpre cime.Ceux qui marchent pensifs, épris d'un but sublime.

The production of souls is the secret of unfathomable depth.

There are souls which, crab-like, crawl continually toward darkness, going back in life rather than advancing in it, using what experience they have to increase their deformity, growing worse without ceasing, and becoming steeped more and more thoroughly in an intensifying wickedness.