"The soul's darkest night is not the one before death, but the one before birth."

"Melancholy is the happiness of being sad."

"Be like the bird that, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings."

"Love is like a tree, it grows of its own accord, it puts down deep roots into our whole being."

"What makes night within us may leave stars."