One-half, the finest half, of life is hidden from the man who does not love with passion.
Far less envy in America than in France.
It is from cowardice and not from want of enlightenment that we do not read in our own hearts.
Your career will be a painful one. I divine something in you which offends the vulgar.
Prudery is a kind of avarice, the worst of all.
Life is too short, and the time we waste in yawning never can be regained.