What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?

It is very difficult to pass from pleasure to work. Accordingly more poems have been swallowed up by sorrow than ever happiness caused to blaze forth in unparalleled radiance.

Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.

Temperament is the thermometer of character.

Man can start with aversion and end with love, but if he begins with love and comes round to aversion he will never get back to love.

Woman is stronger by virtue of her feelings than man by virtue of his power.

There are as many mediocrities exalted through pity as masters decried through envy.