Happiness has no limits, because God has neither bottom nor bounds, and because happiness is nothing but the conquest of God through love.

The musician of the present day, not being able to give us what is beautiful, torments himself to give us what is new.

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

To do what is impossible for talent is the mark of genius.

Common sense is calculation applied to life.

A woman is sometimes fugitive, irrational, indeterminable, illogical and contradictory. A great deal of forbearance ought to be shown her, and a good deal of prudence exercised with regard to her, for she may bring about innumerable evils without knowing it. Capable of all kinds of devotion, and of all kinds of treason, monster incomprehensible, raised to the second power, she is at once the delight and the terror of man.

A modest garden contains, for those who know how to look and to wait, more instruction than a library.