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.

Philosophers call God the great unknown The great misknown is more like it!

That which we know is but little; that which we have a presentiment of is immense; it is in this direction that the poet outruns the learned man.

Evil often triumphs, but never conquers.

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.

The egoist does not tolerate egoism.

Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite impressions.