A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.

Truth is meant to save you first, and the comfort comes afterwards.

Civilization exists precisely so that there may be no masses but rather men alert enough never to constitute masses.

Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.

Hell, madame, is to love no longer.

God ordains that beggars should beg for greatness, as for all else, when greatness shines out of them, and they don't know it.

What a cunning mixture of sentiment, pity, tenderness, irony surrounds adolescence, what knowing watchfulness! Young birds on their first flight are hardly so hovered around.