It is well for the heart to be naive and for the mind not to be.
The truth is that life is delicious, horrible, charming, frightful, sweet, bitter, and that is everything.
There is a certain impertinence in allowing oneself to be burned for an opinion.
That child whose mother has never smiled upon him is worthy neither of the table of the gods nor the couch of the goddesses.
We have never heard the devil's side of the story, God wrote all the book.
The power of love itself weakens and gradually becomes lost with age, like all the other energies of man.