Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason.

True kindness presupposes the faculty of imagining as one's own the suffering and joys of others.

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

Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness.

To know how to free oneself is nothing; the arduous thing is to know what to do with one's freedom.

Society knows perfectly well how to kill a man and has methods more subtle than death

Families, I hate you! Shut-in homes, closed doors, jealous possessors of happiness