The English have a scornful insular way Of calling the French light.
My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain
Silence is the best response to a fool.
What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?
So mothers have God's license to be missed.