It is only barbarous nations who have a sudden growth after a victory
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
A great artist is a great man in a great child.
It is the peculiarity of grief to bring out the childish side of man.
To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time, especially in that kind of mock rurality, ugly but odd, and partaking of two natures, which surrounds certain large cities, particularly Paris.
We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts.