On the first of May, with my comrades of the catechism class, I laid lilac, chamomile and rose before the altar of the Virgin, and returned full of pride to show my blessed posy. My mother laughed her irreverent laugh and, looking at my bunch of flowers, which was bringing the may-bug into the sitting-room right under the lamp, she said: Do you suppose it wasn't already blessed before?

Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.

There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion.

On this narrow planet, we have only the choice between two unknown worlds. One of them tempts us - ah! what a dream, to live in that! - the other stifles us at the first breath.

No one asked you to be happy. Get to work.

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.

We only do well the things we like doing.