Truth only is prolific. Error, sterile in itself, produces only by means of the portion of truth which it contains. It may have offspring, but the life which it gives, like that of the hybrid races, cannot be transmitted.

Where there is a question of economy, I prefer privation.

Feeling loves a subdued light.

Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them.

Years do not make sages; they only make old men.

True poets, like great artists, have scarcely any childhood, and no old age.

Men do not go out to meet misfortune as we do. They learn it; and we--we divine it.