What we are doing here is only the image of what we would like to do.

I want to be the victim of his errors.

It is not my mode of thought that has caused my misfortunes, but the mode of thought of others.

What is more immoral than war?

She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring.

Nature has not got two voices, you know, one of them condemning all day what the other commands.

Happiness is an abstraction, it is a product of the imagination, it is a way of being moved, which depends entirely on our way of seeing and feeling.