I'm beginning to believe that there are angels disguised as men who pass themselves off as such and who inhabit the earth for a while to console and lift up with them toward heaven the poor, exhausted and saddened souls who were ready to perish here below.
Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.
Where there is no longer love, there is no longer anything.
a woman's heart has no wrinkles.
Party politics is now a real farce.
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.