It is a sad thing to look at happiness only through another's eyes.

Praise is the only gift for which people are really grateful.

Memory seldom fails when its office is to show us the tombs of our buried hopes.

There are no persons capable of stooping so low as those who desire to rise in the world.

Modern historians are all would-be philosophers; who, instead of relating facts as they occurred, give us their version, or rather perversions of them, always colored by their political prejudices, or distorted to establish some theory . . .

People seem to lose all respect for the past; events succeed each other with such velocity that the most remarkable one of a few years gone by, is no more remembered than if centuries had closed over it.

Arles is certainly one of the most interesting towns I have ever seen, whether viewed as a place remarkable for the objects of antiquity it contains, or for the primitive manners of its inhabitants and its picturesque appearance.