France is great because she is France.
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.
If she gives me all her time it is because I have all her heart.
The cruel of heart have their own black happiness.
Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time.
She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced.
I think, therefore I doubt.
I repeat, whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all.
A strange thing has happened, do you know? I am in darkness. There is a person who, departing, took away the sun.
If you are stone, be magnetic; if a plant, be sensitive; but if you are human be love.
Animals are nothing but the portrayal of our virtues and vices made manifest to our eyes, the visible reflections of our souls.
The most beautiful of altars, he said, is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled and thankfing God.
It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the real murderer.
First problem. To produce wealth. Second problem. To distribute it.
As for methods of prayer, all are good, as long as they are sincere.
Anger may be foolish and absurd, and one may be wrongly irritated, but a man never feels outraged unless in some respect he is fundamentally right.
To commit the least possible sin is the law for man. To live without sin is the dream of an angel. Everything terrestrial is subject to sin. Sin is a gravitation.
He reached for his pocket, and found there, only reality.
Often when we think we are knotting one thread, we are tying quite another.
A phenomenon often seen. A sceptic adhering to a believer; that is as simple as the law of the complementary colours. What we lack attracts us. Nobody loves the light like the blind man...