If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away.

Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived the grace of present civilization.

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.

He left her. She was dissatisfied with him. He had preferred to incur her anger rather than cause her pain. He had kept all the pain for himself.

Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time.

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.

If you are leaving that sorrowful place with hate and anger against men, you are worthy of compassion; if you leave it with good will, gentleness and peace, you are better than any of us.