Kings are for nations in their swaddling-clothes: France has attained her majority.

She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger.

Civilization survives on the constant discovery of amity and an equal supply of damnation.

Curiosity is one of the forms of feminine bravery.

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words.

Word which the finger of God has written on the brow of every man — hope!

Nothing can be more depressing than to expose, naked to the light of thought, the hideous growth of argot. Indeed it is like a sort of repellent animal intended to dwell in darkness which has been dragged out of its cloaca. One seems to see a horned and living creature viciously struggling to be restored to the place where it belongs. One word is like a claw, another like a sightless and bleeding eye; and there are phrases which clutch like the pincers of a crab. And all of it is alive with the hideous vitality of things that have organized themselves amid disorganization.