Hope is a risk that must be run.

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

Optimism approves of everything, submits to everything, believes everything; it is the virtue above all of the taxpayer.

Hell, madame, is to love no longer.

Suicide only really frightens those who are never tempted by it and never will be, for its darkness only welcomes those who are predestined to it.

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

God! how is it that we fail to recognize that the mask of pleasure, stripped of all hypocrisy, is that of anguish?