Now, one cannot read nonsense with impunity.

Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign.

He who is not capable of enduring poverty is not capable of being free.

Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time.

The true artist can only labor con amore.

Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibers. Take the cable thread by thread, take separately all the little determining motives, you break them one after another, and you say: that is all! Wind them and twist them together, they become an enormity.

It is the end. But of what? The end of France? No. The end of kings? Yes.