There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths.

Cheerfulness is like money well expended in charity; the more we dispense of it, the greater our possession.

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children.

To breathe Paris is to preserve one's soul.

Who among us has not sought peace in a song?

At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.

God was bored by him.