Love each other dearly always. There is scarcely anything else in the world but that: to love one another.

There are people who observe the rules of honor as one observes the stars, from a great distance.

Nothing is more true, more real, than the primeval magnetic disturbances that two souls may communicate to one another, through the tiny sparks of a moment's glance.

It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.

Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived the grace of present civilization.

There comes an hour when protest no longer suffices; after philosophy there must be action; the strong hand finishes what the idea has sketched.

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.