An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.

I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.

When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.

When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.

She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.

One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.