The time at our disposal each day is elastic; the passions we feel dilate it, those that inspire us shrink it, and habit fills it.

Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

The highest praise of God consists in the denial of him by the atheist who finds creation so perfect that it can dispense with a creator.

No doubt very few people understand the purely subjective nature of the phenomenon that we call love, or how it creates, so to speak, a supplementary person, distinct from the person whom the world knows by the same name, a person most of whose constituent elements are derived from ourselves.

Memory nourishes the heart, and grief abates.

We exist only by virtue of what we possess, we possess only what is really present to us, and many of our memories, our moods, our ideas sail away on a voyage of their own until they are lost to sight! Then we can no longer take them into account in the total which is our personality. But they know of secret paths by which to return to us.