In the relations of man with the animals, with the flowers, with all the objects of creation, there is a whole great ethic, scarcely perceived as yet, which will at length break through into the light, and which will be the corollary and the complement to human ethics.

We are not loved by our friends for what we are; rather, we are loved in spite of what we are.

Give to a being the useless, and deprive him of the needful, and you have the gamin.

There are people who observe the rules of honor as one observes the stars, from a great distance.

Art moves. Hence its civilizing power.

The author creates a book and the people accept or not accept it. The creator of a book is an author and the creator of it`s fate are people.

Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.