Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.
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.
What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!
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.