Being Good Is Easy, What Is Difficult

Jean Prouvaire Was Timid Only In Repose. Once Excited, He Burst Forth, A Sort Of Mirth Accentuated His Enthusiasm, And He Was At Once Both Laughing And Lyric.

Love Has No Middle Term; Either It Destroys, Or It Saves. All Human Destiny Is This Dilemma. This Dilemma, Destruction Or Salvation, No Fate Proposes More Inexorably Than Love. Love Is Life, If It Is Not Death. Cradle; Coffin, Too. The Same Sentiment Says Yes And No In The Human Heart. Of All The Things God Has Made, The Human Heart Is The One That Sheds Most Light, And Alas! Most Night.

Logic Ignores The Almost, Just As The Sun Ignores The Candle.

It Is Man's Consolation That The Future Is To Be A Sunrise Instead Of A Sunset.

Great Grief Is A Divine And Terrible Radiance Which Transfigures The Wretched.