Ma vie est une énigme dont ton nom est le mot. (My life is an enigma, of which your name is the word.)

These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps

She was a lovely blonde, with fine teeth. She had gold and pearls for her dowry; but her gold was on her head, and her pearls were in her mouth.

A joyous little creature, so beautiful, It was as if a gate of Heaven opened as she came in.

What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.

This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.

Puns are the droppings of soaring wits.