Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.

At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.

The soul does not give itself up to despair until it has exhausted all illusions.

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.

What is called honors and dignities, and even honor and dignity, is generally fool's gold.

A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.

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.