Science is continually correcting what it has said. Fertile corrections... science is a ladder... poetry is a winged flight... An artistic masterpiece exists for all time... Dante does not efface Homer.

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

Memory is a gulf that a word can move to its lowest depths.

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.

In the opera we call love, the libretto is almost nothing.

God has set his intentions in the flowers, in the dawn, in the spring, it is his will that we should love.

When grace combines with wrinkles, it is admirable. There is an indescribable light of dawn about intensely happy old age. . . . The young person is handsome, but the old, superb.