The sublimest song to be heard on earth is the lisping of the human soul on the lips of children

What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul

The voices of those children, that is the voice of the immense future.

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!