Certain names always awake certain prejudices.

Present unhappiness is selfish; past sorrow is compassionate.

Since unhappiness excites interest, many, in order to render themselves interesting, feign unhappiness.

A face which is always serene possesses a mysterious and powerful attraction: sad hearts come to it as to the sun to warm themselves again.

It is a very rare thing for a man of talent to succeed by his talent.

As long as we love, we lend to the beloved object qualities of mind and heart which we deprive him of when the day of misunderstanding arrives.

Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.