No love, no friendship can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.

Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.

Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures.

Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.

Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.