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.

honesty dies in selling itself.

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

The intellect seeks, the heart finds.

...Je n’ai pas cessé de l’être si c’est d’être jeune que d’aimer toujours !... L’humanité n’est pas un vain mot. Notre vie est faite d’amour, et ne plus aimer c’est ne plus vivre." (I have never ceased to be young, if being young is always loving... Humanity is not a vain word. Our life is made of love, and to love no longer is to live no longer.)

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

a woman, when she is heroic, is not heroic by halves.