It is often so: the harder it is to hear, the more a truth is worth saying.

Through fear of resembling one another, through horror of having to submit, through uncertainty as well, through skepticism and complexity, there is a multitude of individual little beliefs for the triumph of strange little individuals.

It is the special quality of love not to be able to remain stationary, to be obliged to increase under pain of diminishing.

The only real education comes from what goes counter to you.

Woe to these people who have no appetite for the very dish that their age serves up.

Nothing excellent can be done without leisure.

Most often it happens that one attributes to others only the feelings of which one is capable oneself.