Youth, even in its sorrows, always possesses its own peculiar radiance.
Youth is the future smiling at a stranger, which is itself.
Y la memoria es el tormento de los celosos
Wide horizons lead the soul to broad ideas; circumscribed horizons engender narrow ideas; this sometimes condemns great hearts to become small minded.Broad ideas hated by narrow ideas,—this is the ver...
What more was needed by this old man, who divided the leisure of his life, where there was so little leisure, between gardening in the daytime and contemplation at night? Was not this narrow enclosure...
What more could he need, this old man whose little leisure was divided between day-time gardening and night-time contemplation? Was not that narrow space with the sky its ceiling room enough for the w...
We must never fear robbers or murderers. They are dangers from outside, small dangers. It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, vice the real murderer. Why should we be troubled...
We may remain more or less open-minded on the subject of the death penalty, indisposed to commit ourselves, so long as we have not seen a guillotine with our own eyes.
Voyager, c'est naître et mourir à chaque instant.
To love or have loved is enough. Don't ask for anything more. There is no other pearl to be found in the shadowy folds of life. To love is an achievement.
To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.
To err his human, to stroll is Parisian.
This will destroy that. The book will kill the edifice.
They were thirsty; this Guillaume brought them water. It was from this well that he drew it. Many drank there their last draught. This well where drank so many of the dead was destined to die itself....
They fathomed principle; they attached themselves to right. They longed for the absolute, they caught glimpses of the infinite realisations; the absolute, by its very rigidity, pushes the mind towards...
There is still a certain grace in a dead festival. It has been happy.
There is no one for spying on people's actions like those who are not concerned in them
The wise man is he who knows when and how to stop
The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man.
The soul does not give up to despair until it has exhausted all illusions.