Ah! mon Dieu! how the mind shrinks by loving! it is true that the soul does not, but what can one do with a soul?

If you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness.

Ah! mon Dieu! how the mind shrinks by loving! it is true that the soul does not, but what can one do with a soul?

I read what I feel, and not what I see.

Calumny spreads like an oil-spot: we endeavor to cleanse it, but the mark remains.

none but the unhappy are worthy of friends; if your soul had never suffered never could you have entered mine.

Oh! how many times we die before death!