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

To live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led by permanent ideals - that is what keeps a man patient when the world ignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him.

The Parisan, sauntering the streets idly, is as often a man in despair as a lounger.

A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.

A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.

Now literary success can only be won in solitude by persevering labor.

Women are as they are; they necessarily have the defects of their virtues.