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

Who understands much, forgives much.

The more we know the better we forgive. Whoever feels deeply, feels for all who live.

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

Taste is to literature what bon ton is in society.

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.

In matters of the heart, nothing is true except the improbable.