Unhappy love freezes all our affections: our own souls grow inexplicable to us. More than we gained while we were happy we lose by the reverse.

Gaiety pleases more when we are assured that it does not cover carelessness.

Unhappy love freezes all our affections: our own souls grow inexplicable to us. More than we gained while we were happy we lose by the reverse.

The universe is in France; outside it, there is nothing.

The pursuit of politics is religion, morality, and poetry all in one.

When at eve, at the bounding of the landscape, the heavens appear to recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, - a native land of love; and nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.

I do not want an echo of myself from my children. I do not want to hear from them merely the reverberation of my own voice.