He who blushes is already guilty.

I loved too sincerely, too completely, I venture to say, to be able to be happy easily.

Conscience is the voice of the soul, the passions are the voice of the body. It is strange that these voices often contradict each other?

Why should we build our happiness on the opinons of others, when we can find it in our own hearts?

To live is not breathing it is action.

I am not made like any of those I have seen. I venture to believe that I am not made like any of those who are in existence. If I am not better, at least I am different.

Truth is an homage that the good man pays to his own dignity.