There is in every village a torch - the teacher; and an extinguisher - the priest.

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

The delight we inspire in others has this enchanting peculiarity that, far from being diminished like every other reflection, it returns to us more radiant than ever.

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.

where would the shout of love begin, if not from the summit of sacrifice?

When two mouths, made sacred by love, draw near to each other to create, it is impossible, that above that ineffable kiss there should not be a thrill in the immense mystery of the stars.

If a man has his throat cut in Paris, it's a murder. If 50,000 people are murdered in the east, it is a question.