People are always happy where there is love, because their happiness in in themselves.

We imagine that when we are thrown out of our usual ruts all is lost, but it is only then that what is new and good begins. While there is life there is happiness. There is much, much before us.

It is no sin to look at a nice girl.

My piece of bread only belongs to me when I know that everyone else has a share, and that no one starves while I eat.

Some mathematician, I believe, has said that true pleasure lies not in the discovery of truth, but in the search for it.

Humanity unceasingly strives forward from a lower, more partial and obscure understanding of life to one more general and more lucid.

He felt all the torment of his and her position, all the difficulties they were surrounded by in consequence of their station in life, which exposed them to the eyes of the whole world, obliged them to hide their love, to lie and deceive, and again to lie and deceive, to scheme and constantly think about others while the passion that bound them was so strong that they both forgot everything but their love.