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 know what happiness and what despair are, and I never make a jest of such feelings. Take it, then, but in exchange —

Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks another.

Love is the most selfish of all the passions.

For in those tacit understandings which maintain the bond of family union, the mother is really the mistress of her daughter only upon the condition of continually presenting herself to her as a model of wisdom and type of perfection.

So heavy is the chain of wedlock that it needs two to carry it, and sometimes three.

Nothing makes time pass or shortens the way like a thought that absorbs in itself all the faculties of the one who is thinking. External existence is then like a sleep of which this thought is the dream. Under its influence, time has no more measure, space has no more distance.