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

Discouragement seizes us only when we can no longer count on chance.

Humanity is outraged in me and with me. We must not dissimulate nor try to forget this indignation, which is one of the most passionate forms of love.

Work is not man's punishment. It is his reward and his strength and his pleasure.

One changes from day to day, and... after a few years have passed one has completely altered.

we do not die of anguish, we live on. We continue to suffer. We drink the cup drop by drop.

These tears do me good, they have watered the parched place; perhaps my heart will grow again there!