You would have imagined her at one moment a maniac, at another a queen.

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

The earlier works of a man of genius are always preferred to the newer ones, in order to prove that he is going down instead of up.

Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.

France lost a great novel last night.

The author creates a book and the people accept or not accept it. The creator of a book is an author and the creator of it`s fate are people.

The repose of darkness is deeper on the water than on the land.