We can redeem anyone who strives unceasingly.

So then the year is repeating its old story again. We are come once more, thank God! to its most charming chapter. The violets and the Mayflowers are as its inscriptions or vignettes. It always makes a pleasant impression on us, when we open again at these pages of the book of life.

I had toward the poetic art a peculiar relation which was only practical after I had cherished in my mind for a long time a subject which possessed me, a model which inspired me, a predecessor who attracted me, until at length, after I had molded it

Everyone only hears what he understands.

Normally, the sciences distance themselves from life and the return to it via a detour.

Alas! sorrow from happiness is oft evolved.

I am certain that I have been here as I am now a thousand times before, and I hope to return a thousand times.