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

Nothing is unimportant to a man plunged in despair. He is as credulous as a criminal sentenced to death who listens to a lunatic raving to him about how he can escape through the keyhole.

Love is the only way on which even the dim-witted reaches certain heights.

Loyalty in time of need is possibly one of the noblest of victories a courtier can win over himself.

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

We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.

An ugly woman, married to King Henry VIII, would have defied the axe and daunted her husband's infidelities.