Blessed be childhood, which brings down something of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness.

There are 2 sorts of pride: one in which we approve others, the other in which we cannot accept ourselves.

I can find no words for what I feel. My consciousness is withdrawn into itself; I hear my heart beating, and my life passing. It seems to me that I have become a statue on the banks of the river of time, that I am the spectator of some mystery, and shall issue from it old, or no longer capable of age.

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past - a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.

A microscopic phantom of the universe; this is all that we are able to be.

There is only one way of not hating those who do us wrong, and that is by doing them good.

Obstinacy is will asserting itself without being able to justify itself. It is persistence without a reasonable motive. It is the tenacity of self-love substituted for that of reason and conscience.