To breathe Paris is to preserve one's soul.

A strange thing has happened, do you know? I am in darkness. There is a person who, departing, took away the sun.

Love partakes of the soul itself. it is of the same nature. like it, it is a divine spark, like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable, it is the point of fire which is within us, which is immortal and infinite, which nothing can limit and nothing can extinguish.

His judgement demonstrates that one can be a genius and understand nothing of an art that is not one's own.

. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.

A shadow is hard to seize by the throat and dash to the ground.

Is there not in every human soul a primitive spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world and immortal in the next, which can be developed by goodness, kindled, lit up, and made to radiate, and which evil can never entirely extinguish.