Children never grow tired; their likes and dislikes are constant; let them laugh at something once and they laugh always; do what you will, they are sure to say, 'Do it again!

... love always betrays its intentions.

The birth of love is always accompanied by the idea of solitude. A single being appears, and the rest of the world grows empty.

history ... a sort of immortality turned upside down. Her life stretched backwards through ten centuries.

there are no nationalities in heaven.

The arts are good and providential in that they allow the soul to imitate the movements of love, and to feel love without its being returned - which, perhaps, is the only way of feeling it permanently.

Children never grow tired; their likes and dislikes are constant; let them laugh at something once and they laugh always; do what you will, they are sure to say, 'Do it again!