“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in — what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves — say rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is unknown; but for the valiant, it is ideal.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.

It is nothing to die; it is frightful not to live.

To love another person is to see the face of God.

Nothing makes a man so adventurous as an empty pocket.

To love is to act.