Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.
Work is not man's punishment. It is his reward and his strength and his pleasure.
I have an object, a task, let me say the word, a passion. The profession of writing is a violent and almost indestructible one.
Life is a slate where all our sins are written; from time to time we rub the sponge of repentance over it so we can begin sinning again.
Where love is absent there can be no woman.
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.