Art belongs to all times and to all countries; its special benefit is precisely to be still living when everything else seems dying; that is why Providence shields it from too personal or too general passions, and grants it a patient and persevering organization, durable sensibility, and the contemplative sense in which lies invincible faith.

... love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot.

Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.

The prayers of a lover are more imperious than the menaces of the whole world

There is but on virtue--the eternal sacrifice of self.

The most honest of men is the one who thinks and acts best, but the most powerful is the one who writes and speaks best.

No place is ugly to those who understand the virtues and sweetness of everything that God has made.