Strong and rare natures are thus created; misery, almost always a stepmother, is sometimes a mother; privation gives birth to power of soul and mind; distress is the nurse of self-respect; misfortune is a good breast for great souls.

Popularity - a piece of faded tinsel, that is out of date.

A house is built of logs and stone, of tiles and posts and piers; a home is built of loving deeds that stand a thousand years.

To know, to think, to dream. That is everything.

The true artist can only labor con amore.

Kings are for nations in their swaddling-clothes: France has attained her majority.

There is will in the thought, there is none in the dream. The dream, which is completely spontaneous, takes and keeps, even in the gigantic and the ideal, the form of our mind. Nothing springs more directly and more sincerely from the very bottom of our souls than our unreflected and indefinite aspirations towards the splendours of destiny.