We must love stupid people better than ourselves; are they not the really unfortunate ones of this world? Do not people without taste and without ideal grow constantly weary, rejoicing in nothing, and being quite useless here below?

Nature distributes her favors unequally.

Death must no longer be either the penalty for prosperity or the consolation of misery. God did not destine it to be either the punishment or the compensation for life.

I see upon their noble brows the seal of the Lord, for they were born kings of the earth far more truly than those who possess it only from having bought it.

The old woman I shall become will be quite different from the woman I am now. Another I is beginning.

Believe in no other God than the one who insists on justice and equality among men.

The publication of a book only brings very paltry results to its author.