Peace is the virtue of civilization. War is its crime.

As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.

It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the light of earth.

Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet.

Let us have compassion for those under chastisement. Alas, who are we ourselves? Who am I and who are you? Whence do we come and is it quite certain that we did nothing before we were born? This earth is not without some resemblance to a gaol. Who knows but that man is a victim of divine justice? Look closely at life. It is so constituted that one senses punishment everywhere.

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

If she gives me all her time it is because I have all her heart.