I repeat, whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all.
It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
If you want to civilize a man, begin with his grandmother.
Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again.
All animals are to be found in men and each of theme exists in some man, sometimes several at the time.
A library implies an act of faith which generations, still in darkness hid, sign in their night in witness of the dawn.