A library implies an act of faith.

They say love is blindness of heart; I say not to love is blindness.

Need is a low door which, when we must by stern necessity pass through, forces the greatest to bend down the most.

Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

To introduce a new play only six weeks after another has been banned is also a way to speak one's piece to the government. It proves that art and liberty can grow back in one night under the clumsy foot which crushes them.

Cheerfulness is like money well expended in charity; the more we dispense of it, the greater our possession.

A translation in verse . . . seems to me something absurd, impossible.