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

The aim of art is almost divine: to bring to life again if it is writing history, to create if it is writing poetry.

I think I missed my calling. I should have been an interior decorator.

People do not lack strength; they lack will.

Love partakes of the soul itself. it is of the same nature. like it, it is a divine spark, like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable, it is the point of fire which is within us, which is immortal and infinite, which nothing can limit and nothing can extinguish.

The delight we inspire in others has this enchanting peculiarity that, far from being diminished like every other reflection, it returns to us more radiant than ever.

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