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.

Memory is a gulf that a word can move to its lowest depths.

It is the essence of truth that it is never excessive.... We must not resort to the flame where only light is required.

Work is the law of life, and to reject it as boredom is to submit to it as torment.

To contemplate is to look at shadows.

The malicious have a dark happiness.

Happiness wishes everybody happy.