Butterflies are but flowers that blew away one sunny day when Nature was feeling at her most inventive and fertile.

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.

One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.

When they are among us cats are angels

No one makes a revolution by himself.

Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?

Nature distributes her favors unequally.