Happiness may have but one night, as glory but one day.
... but one loves, and when one is on the brink of death, one turns around to look backward, and one says to oneself: "I have often suffered, I have sometimes been wrong, but I have loved.
Repartee is altogether a natural endowment, and is the lightning of the mind.
Nothing is a sin when you obey the orders of a priest
Man is a pupil, pain is his teacher.
Great artists have no country.