The more heart, the more sorrow.
Order in a house ought to be like the machinery in opera, whose effect produces great pleasure, but whose ends must be hid.
A pure style in writing results from the rejection of everything superfluous.
Love is the pass-key to the heart.
Women do not often have it in their power to give like men, but they forgive like Heaven.
In looking around me seeking for miserable resources against the heaviness of time, I open a book and I say to myself, as the cat to the fox: I have only one good turn, but I need no other.