There are many tongues to talk, and but few heads to think.
What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.
Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty.
He was fond of books, for they are cool and sure friends
No one can keep a secret better than a child.
Let us say it now: to be blind and to be loved, is indeed, upon this earth where nothing is complete, one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness.