Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.

On the moral plane, true friends enjoy the same protection as the sense of smell confers upon dogs. They scent the sorrow of their friends, they divine its causes, and they clasp it to their minds and hearts.

By dint of making sacrifices, a man grows interested in the person who exacts them. Great ladies, like courtesans, know this truth by instinct.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

Sometimes, one gesture comprises an entire drama, the accent of one word ruins an entire existence, and the indifference of one glance kills the happiest passion.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

Ideas devour the ages as men are devoured by their passions. When man is cured, human nature will cure itself perhaps.