Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.

Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.

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

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

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

Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.