There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.

Political liberty, the peace of a nation, and science itself are gifts for which Fate demands a heavy tax in blood!

Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.

Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.

What makes friendship indissolute and what doubles its charms is a feeling we find lacking in love: I mean certitude.

Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.

It is easier for a woman to be a good wife than a good mother. A widow has two duties with contrary obligations: she is a mother and she must exercise paternal authority. Few woman are strong enough to understand and to play this role.