He sought to counsel and soothe the despairing by pointing to the resigned, and to transform the grief which sees only a pit into the grief with sees a star.
The supreme happiness in life is the assurance of being loved; of being loved for oneself, even in spite of oneself.
The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.
There are people who observe the rules of honor as we do the stars, from a very long way off.
It is a charming quality of the happiness we inspire in others that, far from being diminished like a reflection, it comes back to us enhanced.
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.
For our part, if we had to choose between the barbarians of civilization and those civilized upholders of barbarism, we would choose the former.