But I think happiness springs from another source, a far deeper one that doesn't depend on will because it comes from love.

The sky is one whole, the water another; and between those two infinities the soul of man is in loneliness.

The profession of the writer has its thorns about which the reader does not dream.

Day is like day as two beads in a rosary, unless changes of weather form the only variety.

Every novelist should write something for children at least once in his lifetime.

But the French writers always had more originality and independence than others, and that regulator, which elsewhere was religion, long since ceased to exist for them.

Evidently the merit depends on the result of the work.