Society proceeds like the ocean. After a disaster, it resume its wonted level and rhythms; its devouring interests efface all traces of damage.
Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.
To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.
Wisdom is that apprehension of heavenly things to which the spirit rises through love.