I am in the night. There is a being who has gone away and carried the heavens with her. Oh! to be laid side by side in the same tomb, hand clasped in hand, and from time to time, in the darkness, to caress a finger gently, that would suffice for my eternity.

The smaller it is the heart, more hatred houses.

To breathe Paris is to preserve one's soul.

Nobody loves the light like the blind man.

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

Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.

Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering.