Writing a journal means that facing your ocean you are afraid to swim across it, so you attempt to drink it drop by drop.

I'm not full of virtues and noble qualities. I love, but I love strongly, exclusive, stedfasty.

We must have a passion in life.

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.

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.

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.

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