It is sad, no doubt, to exhaust one's strength and one's days in cleaving the bosom of this jealous earth, which compels us to wring from it the treasures of its fertility, when a bit of the blackest and coarsest bread is, at the end of the day's work, the sole recompense and the sole profit attaching to so arduous a toil.

honesty dies in selling itself.

almost all novels are love stories.

No religion can be built on force.

faith is like love; when you want it you can't find it, and you find it when you least expect it.

God abandons only those who abandon themselves, and whoever has the courage to shut up his sorrow within his own heart is stronger to fight against it than he who complains.

The lessons of experience are always learned too late.