A voyage without companionship, that is to say without conversation, is one of the saddest pleasures of life.

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.

Thought can never be compared with action, but when it awakens in us the image of truth.

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

Have you not observed that faith is generally strongest in those whose character may be called the weakest?

Conversation as talent exists only in France. In other countries, conversation provides politeness, discussion, and friendship; in France, it is an art for which imagination and soul are certainly very welcome, but which can also provide its own secret remedies to compensate you for the absence of either or both, if you so desire.

One must, in one's life, make a choice between boredom and suffering.