It has been said that beauty is a promise of happiness. Conversely, the possibility of pleasure can be a beginning of beauty.

A work in which there are theories is like an object which still has the ticket that shows its price.

...Hard people are weak people whom nobody wants, and the strong, caring little whether they are wanted or not, have alone that meekness which the common herd mistake for weakness.

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

What a profound significance small things assume when the woman we love conceals them from us.

We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness which no one else can make for us, which no one can spare us, for our wisdom is the point of view from which we come at last to regard the world.

We only really know what is new, what suddenly introduces to our sensibility a change of tone which strikes us, that for which habit has not yet substituted its pale fac-similes.