Like evil, sublimity is also contagious.

Talent is a flame, but genius is a fire.

Misfortune makes of certain souls a vast desert through which rings the voice of God.

One day, about the middle of July 1838, one of the carriages, lately introduced to Paris cabstands, and known as Milords, was driving down the Rue de l'Universite, conveying a stout man of middle height in the uniform of a captain of the National Guard.

Coffee falls into the stomach... ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop... the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink...

In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.

Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another's happiness than in your own.