...The girls chirped and chatted like uncaged warblers. They were delirious with joy... Intoxications of life’s morning! Enchanted years! The wing of a dragonfly trembles! Oh, reader, whoever you may be, do you have such memories? Have you walked in the underbrush, pushing aside branches for the charming head behind you? Have you slid laughing, down some slope wet with rain, with the woman you loved?

Every step which the intelligence of Europe has taken has been in spite of the clerical party.

In the domain of art there is no light without heat.

Go to sleep in peace. God is awake.

People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.

The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.

To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.