A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.

He who opens a school door, closes a prison.

He reached for his pocket, and found there, only reality

In the opera we call love, the libretto is almost nothing.

The book which the reader now holds in his hands, from one end to the other, as a whole and in its details, whatever gaps, exceptions, or weaknesses it may contain, treats of the advance from evil to good, from injustice to justice, from falsity to truth, from darkness to daylight, from blind appetite to conscience, from decay to life, from bestiality to duty, from Hell to Heaven, from limbo to God. Matter itself is the starting-point, and the point of arrival is the soul. Hydra at the beginning, an angel at the end.

You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope.