A lively retrospect summons back to us once more our youth, with vivid reflex of its early joys and unstained pleasures.

[I]f you are truly a man, sure of yourself and confident of your strength, you may taste of life without fear and without reserve; you may be sad or joyous, deceived or respected; but be sure you are loved, for what matters the rest?

... 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.

A lively retrospect summons back to us once more our youth, with vivid reflex of its early joys and unstained pleasures.

What a frightful weapon is human thought! It is our defense and our safeguard, the most precious gift that God has made us. It is ours and it obeys us; we may launch it forth into space, but, once outside of our feeble brains, it is gone; we can no longer control it.

Know that there is often hidden in us a dormant poet, always young and alive.

Vanity and dignity are incompatible with each other; vain women are almost sure to be vulnerable.