Often when we think we are knotting one thread, we are tying quite another.

“Ce n'est rien de mourir, C'est affreux de ne pas vivre.”

“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”

“These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, …”

“Is it not when the fall is the lowest that charity ought to be the greatest?”