If youth were not ignorant and timid, civilization would be impossible.
Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.
A beautiful book is a victory won in all the battlefields of human thought.
There is neither vice nor virtue, there are only circumstances.
The Parisan, sauntering the streets idly, is as often a man in despair as a lounger.
A sacrament by virtue of which each imparts nothing but vexations to the other.