“Human beings are members of a whole, in creation of one essence and soul.”

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

My heart has become capable of every form: a pasture for gazelles, a convent for Christian monks, a temple for idols.

Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth.

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.

To be parent and child means only this: in this life, you watch their back recede further and further away.

She walks in beauty, like the night.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.