Almost everything comes from almost nothing.

Mutual respect implies discretion and reserve even in love itself; it means preserving as much liberty as possible to those whose life we share. We must distrust our instinct of intervention, for the desire to make one's own will prevail is often disguised under the mask of solicitude.

Pure truth cannot be assimilated by the crowd; it must be communicated by contagion.

Hope is only the love of life.

Woman is the salvation or the destruction of the family. She carries its destiny in the folds of her mantle.

The ideal, after all, is true than the real: for the ideal is the eternal element in perishable things.

To be misunderstood even by those whom one loves is the cross and bitterness of life. It is the secret of that sad and melancholy smile on the lips of great men which so few understand.