I repeat, whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all.
I will be Chateaubriand or nothing.
These two beings, who had loved each other so exclusively, and with so touching a love, and who had lived so long for each other, were now suffering beside one another and through one another; without speaking of it, without harsh feeling, and smiling all the while.
Ideas can no more flow backward than can a river.
We teachers make the road, others will make the journey.
She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.