When we lose someone we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. - Maurice Maeterlinck

The future is a world limited by ourselves; in it we discover only what concerns us and, sometimes, by chance, what interests those whom we love the most.

Truly they who know still know nothing if the strength of love be not theirs; for the true sage is not he who sees, but he who, seeing the furthest, has the deepest love for mankind. He who sees without loving is only straining his eyes in the darkness.

Those about her pitied the poor woman; and, as she did not weep, as she was gay and smiling, they believed her mad.