People generally will soon understand that writers should be judged, not according to rules and species, which are contrary to nature and art, but according to the immutable principles of the art of composition, and the special laws of their individual temperaments.

How frightened hypocrisy hastens to defend itself.

She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger.

The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.

I like the laughter that opens the lips and the heart, shows at the same time the pearls and the soul.

Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both laughing and lyric.

Press on! A better fate awaits thee.