Do you know what my illness is? Utopia. Do you know what yours is? Routine. Utopia is the future that strives to be born. Routine is the past that insists on persisting.
The freedom to love is no less sacred than the freedom to think. What is now called adultery was once called heresy.
In the eyes of the young, the flame burns; in the eyes of the old, the light shines.
When love is happy, it leads the soul to sweetness and kindness.
The eye sees God best only through tears.