The universe is in France; outside it, there is nothing.
There is no reality on this earth except religion and the power of love; all the rest is even more fugitive than life itself.
Speech happens to not be his language.
As we grow in wisdom, we pardon more freely.
The mind's pleasures are made to calm the tempests of the heart.
The sight of such a monument is like continual and stationary music, which one hears for one's good as one approaches it.