Search for the truth is the noblest occupation of man; its publication is a duty.
However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers still bloom.
Poetry is the apotheosis of sentiment.
Love is the symbol of eternity.
intellect is a sin that must be atoned for by leading exactly the life of those who have none.
The greatest happiness is to transform one's feelings into action.