O heart! love is thy bane and thy antidote.

He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life.

Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.

We do not precisely enjoy liberty at the Figaro. M. de Latouche, our worthy director (ah! you should know the fellow), is always hanging over us, cutting, pruning, right or wrong, imposing upon us his whims, his aberrations, his fancies, and we have to write as he bids.

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.

All your trouble comes from lack of exercise. A man of your strength and constitution ought always to have kept physically active. So don't jibe at the very wise advice that sentences you to one hour's walk a day. You imagine the work of the mind takes place only in the brain; but you're much mistaken. It takes place in the legs as well.

Death must no longer be either the penalty for prosperity or the consolation of misery. God did not destine it to be either the punishment or the compensation for life.