Great men are the real men, in them nature has succeeded.

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

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

To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.

There is no respect for others without humility in one's self.

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 My consciousness is withdrawn into itself; I hear my heart beating, and my life passing.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.

Our dependence outweighs our independence, for we are independent only in our desire, while we are dependent on our health, on nature, on society, on everything in us and outside us.