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.

All for one, one for all, that is our device.

Truly generous men are always ready to become sympathetic when their enemy’s misfortune surpasses the limits of their hatred.

Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.

A person who doubts himself is like a man who would enlist in the ranks of his enemies and bear arms against himself.

...joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.

We must never expect discretion in first love: it is accompanied by such excessive joy that unless the joy is allowed to overflow, it will choke you.