It is strange what a contempt men have for the joys that are offered them freely.

We can know nothing till after this grave debate. The soul must withdraw, for this is not its hour. Now the knife must divide the flesh, and lay the ravage bare, and do its work completely.

The man who has entered into a beautiful union is sure of at least one person to whom he can give the best that he possesses.

When you are in it up to your ears, keep your mouth shut.

Suffering has roused them from the sleep of gentle life, and every day fills them with a terrible intoxication. They are now something more than themselves; those we loved were merely happy shadows.

There is no French town in which the wounds inflicted on the battle-field are not bleeding.

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.