Revolution is the larva of civilization.

It may be remarked in passing that success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblences to merit.

To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.

The first symptom of true love in a man is timidity, in a young woman, boldness. This is surprising, and yet nothing is more simple. It is the two sexes tending to approach each other and assuming each the other's qualities.

I think, therefore I doubt.

Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin. The inexplicable fact is that the blinder it is, the more tenacious it is. It is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.

We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.