Great buildings, like great mountains, are the work of centuries.

Friend is sometimes a word devoid of meaning; enemy, never.

Paris is a sum total. Paris is the ceiling of the human race. All this prodigious city is an epitome of dead and living manners and customs. He who sees Paris, seems to see all history through with the sky and constellations in the intervals.

by making himself a priest made himself a demon.

Love each other dearly always. There is scarcely anything else in the world but that: to love one another.

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

I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!