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

Though one believes in nothing, there are moments in life when one accepts the religion of the temple nearest at hand.

The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness.

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.

Whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all. Ever since history has been written, ever since philosophy has meditated, misery has been the garment of the human race; the moment has at length arrived for tearing off that rag, and for replacing, upon the naked limbs of the Man-People, the sinister fragment of the past with the grand purple robe of the dawn.

People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.

Liberation is not deliverance.