Moral wounds have this peculiarity - they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.

Through the ingenuousness of her age beamed an ardent mind, a mind not of the women but of the poet; she did not please, she intoxicated.

Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.

If God were suddenly condemned to live the life which He has inflicted upon men, He would kill Himself.

The merit of all things lies in their difficulty.

There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.

Woman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy.