For the person who loves God, worship is the daily bread of patience.
Conventions are often more cruel than the law.
We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.
Now literary success can only be won in solitude by persevering labor.
Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.
Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.