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

The sight of such a monument is like continual and stationary music, which one hears for one's good as one approaches it.

[On Italian:] One may almost call it a language that talks of itself, and always seems more witty than its speakers.

The mind may be exhausted, but the language of the heart is inexhaustible.

There is no reality on this earth except religion and the power of love; all the rest is even more fugitive than life itself.

Men have made of fortune an all-powerful goddess, in order that she may be made responsible for all their blunder's.

Glory can be for a woman but the brilliant morning of happiness.