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

Love is the only passion which suffers neither past nor future.

The habits of every animal are, at least in the eyes of man, constantly similar in all ages. But the habits, the clothes, the words and the dwelling of a prince, a banker, an artist, a bourgeois, a priest and a pauper, are wholly dissimilar and change at the will of civilizations.

Our most bitter enemies are our own kith and kin. Kings have no brothers, no sons, no mother!

Events are never absolute, their outcome depends entirely upon the individual.

Grief ennobles the commonest people because it has its own essential grandeur. To shine with the luster of grief, a person need only be sincere.

Our energies are often stimulated by the necessity of supporting a being weaker than ourselves.