The publication of a book only brings very paltry results to its author.

I'm beginning to believe that there are angels disguised as men who pass themselves off as such and who inhabit the earth for a while to console and lift up with them toward heaven the poor, exhausted and saddened souls who were ready to perish here below.

One never knows how much a family may grow; and when a hive is too full, and it is necessary to form a new swarm, each one thinks of carrying away his own honey.

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.

a woman, when she is heroic, is not heroic by halves.

Simplicity is the essence of the great, the true, the beautiful in art.

Unrequited love is as different from the mutual love as the error from the truth.