Certain names always awake certain prejudices.
It is impossible to be just if one is not generous.
The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.
That which deceives us and does us harm, also undeceives us and does us good.
Literature was formerly an art and finance a trade; today it is the reverse.
We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.