Love, in the eyes of the world, is either a carnal appetite or a vague fancy, which possession extinguishes or absence destroys. That is why it is commonly said, with a strange abuse of words, that passion does not endure.

Strange to say, the luminous world is the invisible world; the luminous world is that which we do not see. Our eyes of flesh see only night.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of

Reaction - a boat which is going against the current but which does not prevent the river from flowing on.

There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.