A sewer is a cynic. It tells All.

"Animals are happy," said the queen. "They run no risk of going to hell." "They are there already," replied Josiana.

Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibres.

Love is a fault; so be it.

The day that a woman who is passing before you sheds a light upon you as she goes, you are lost, you love. You have then but one thing to do: to think of her so earnestly that she will be compelled to think of you.

We may remark in passing that to be blind and beloved may, in this world where nothing is perfect, be among the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness. The supreme happiness in life is the assurance of being loved; of being loved for oneself, even in spite of oneself; and this assurance the blind man possesses. In his affliction, to be served is to be caressed. Does he lack anything? no. Possessing love he is not deprived of light. A love, moreover, that is wholly pure. There can be no blindness where there is this certainty.

It is grievous for a man to leave behind him a shadow in his own shape.