Simplicity is the most difficult thing to secure in this world; it is the last limit of experience and the last effort of genius.

Simplicity, a delicate silence about oneself, increases their worth and makes one love those whom one admires.

There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.

I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being.

A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The fragments of an intellect are always good.

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.

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.