Whoever Has Loved Once, Knows All That

I Love Everything That Makes Up A Milieu, The Rolling Of The Carriages And The Noise Of The Workmen In Paris, The Cries Of A Thousand Birds In The Country, The Movement Of The Ships On The Waters. I Love Also Absolute, Profound Silence, And, In Short, I Love Everything That Is Around Me, No Matter Where I Am.

It Is Love, Not Faith, That Moves Mountains.

Fretting At Trouble Only Doubles It.

Celebrate Within Yourself That Wonderful Treasure . . . True Kindness.

God Abandons Only Those Who Abandon Themselves, And Whoever Has The Courage To Shut Up His Sorrow Within His Own Heart Is Stronger To Fight Against It Than He Who Complains.