I repeat, whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all.
Labor is life; thought is light.
There have been in this century only one great man and one great thing: Napoleon and liberty. For want of the great man, let us have the great thing.
Reality in strong doses frightens.
Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter.
Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.