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

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

Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.

Party politics is now a real farce.

One is happy as a result of one's own efforts, once one knows of the necessary ingredients of happiness-simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self-denial to a point, love of work, and, above all, a clear conscience. Happiness is no vague dream, of that I now feel certain.

... everyone's free to embark on either a great clipper or a little fishing boat. An artist is an explorer who oughtn't to shrink from anything: it doesn't matter whether he goes to the left or the right -- his goal sanctifies all.

Know how to replace in your heart, by the happiness of those you love, the happiness that may be wanting to yourself