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.

When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered so far as they are concerned; they are no longer anything more than the two boundaries of the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the same spirit. Love, soar.

We see past time in a telescope and present time in a microscope. Hence the apparent enormities of the present.

Inanimate objects sometimes appear endowed with a strange power of sight. A statue notices, a tower watches, the face of an edifice contemplates.

A translation in verse . . . seems to me something absurd, impossible.

Monsieur' to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.

The man is placed where the Earth ends, the woman, where the heaven starts.