The universe is in France; outside it, there is nothing.
Poetry is the apotheosis of sentiment.
Self-love, so sensitive in its own cause, has rarely any sympathy to spare for others.
The success of any man with any woman is apt to displease even his best friends.
It seems to me that we become more dear one to the other, in together admiring works of art, which speak to the soul by their true grandeur.
Search for the truth is the noblest occupation of man; its publication is a duty.