There are a great deal of a great many kinds of love.
When Louis XIV assumed the reins of government France suddenly and wonderfully came to her maturity; it was as if the whole nation had burst into splendid flower.
The amateur is very rare in French literature - as rare as he is common in our own.
Englishmen have always loved Moliere.
If this is dying, I don't think much of it.
It is probably always disastrous not to be a poet.