The hatred of luxury is not an intelligent hatred. It implies a hatred of arts.

Solitude either develops the mental power, or renders men dull and vicious.

Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.

When I speak to you about myself, I am speaking to you about yourself. How is it you don't see that?

The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.

I am in the night. There is a being who has gone away and carried the heavens with her. Oh! to be laid side by side in the same tomb, hand clasped in hand, and from time to time, in the darkness, to caress a finger gently, that would suffice for my eternity.

The rich's paradise was created by the poor's hell.