It is the way of weakened minds to see everything through a black cloud. The soul forms its own horizons; your soul is darkened, and consequently the sky of the future appears stormy and unpromising

I came to Paris with four écus in my pocket, and I’d have fought with anybody who told me I was in no condition to buy the Louvre.

...does that not tell you that grief is like life and that there is always somethings unknown beyond it?

When a man resolves to avenge himself, he should first of all tear out the heart from his breast.

...know you not that you are my sun by day, and my star by night? By my faith! I was in deepest darkness till you appeared and illuminated all.

Sometimes one has suffered enough to have the right to never say: I am too happy.

True, I have raped history, but it has produced some beautiful offspring.