I cling like a miser to the freedom that disappears as soon as there is an excess of things.

Men die and they are not happy.

...the play of the toughest and most lucid mind are at the same time both lavished andsquandered.

An intense feeling carries with it its own universe, magnificent or wretched as the case may be.

Obstinacy alone is not a virtue.

I knew a pure heart who refused tot be mistrustful.... He had written at his doorstep: "From wherever you are, enter and be welcome". Who do you think responded to this lovely invitation? The militia, who made themselves at home and gutted him.

The greatness of man lies in his decision to be stronger than his condition.