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.
Prayer is an August avowal of ignorance.
For our mind, thinking is work, but dreaming is relaxation.
The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.
The poet must have only one example: nature; only one guide: the truth.
