He had, they said, tasted in succession all the apples of the tree of knowledge, and, whether from hunger or disgust, had ended by tasting the forbidden fruit.

The wise man is he who knows when and how to stop

Monsieur' to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.

Let us leave to the brain what belongs to it, and agree that the work of the men of genius is of the superhuman, the offspring of man.

If you are stone, be magnetic; if a plant, be sensitive; but if you are human be love.

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children.