The realities of life do not allow themselves to be forgotten.

Dreaming is happiness. Waiting is life.

Progress is not accomplished in one stage.

To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time.

It was SHE. Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meaning contained in the three letters of this word ‘she.

There is suffering in the light; in excess it burns. Flame is hostile to the wing. To burn and yet to fly, this is the miracle of genius.

Look not at the face, young girl, look at the heart. The heart of a handsome young man is often deformed. There are hearts in which love does not keep. Young girl, the pine is not beautiful; it is not beautiful like the poplar, but it keeps its foliage in winter.