True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their destinies, as that which they do
Tomorrow, at dawn, the moment the countryside is washed with daylight,I will leave. You see, I know that you wait for me.I will go through forest, I will go across the mountains.I cannot rest far from...
To study in Paris is to be born in Paris!
To place the infinity here below in contact, by the medium of thought, with the infinity on high, is called praying.
To pay compliments to the one we love is the first method of caressing, a demi-audacity venturing. A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
To lie a little is not possible: he who lies, lies the whole lie.
To fall into it again in appearance was to leave it behind in reality! He had to do it! He would have done nothing if he didn't do that! His whole life would have been useless, all his penitence waste...
Thus is youth constituted; it quickly wipes its eye; it believes sorrow useless and does not accept it. Youth is the smile of the future before an unknown being which is itself. It is natural for it t...
Thoughtful minds make little use of this expression: the happy and the unhappy. In this world, clearly a vestibule of another, no one is happy.
Thought is the labour of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure. To replace thought by reverie is to confound poison with nourishment.
This is the shade of meaning: the door of a physician should never be closed; the door of a priest should always be open.
This is not my house; it is the house of Jesus Christ. This door does not demand of him who enters whether he has a name, but whether he has a grief. You suffer, you are hungry and thirsty; you are we...
This book is a drama, whose leading personage is the Infinite.
This blind-man's-buff musketry lasted for a quarter of an hour and killed several panes of glass.
This Boulatruelle was a man in bad odour with the people of the neighbourhood; he was too respectful, too humble, prompt to doff his cap to everybody; he always trembled and smiled in the presence of...
They were moments when she was suddenly reminded of her child, and perhaps also of the man she had loved; the breaking of links with the past is a painful thing.
There is suffering in the light; in excess it burns. Flame is hostile to the wing. To burn and yet to fly, that is the miracle of genius.
There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but on condition that they are followed by reconstructions.
There is a determined though unseen bravery that defends itself foot by foot in the darkness against the fatal invasions of necessity and dishonesty. Noble and mysterious triumphs that no eye sees, an...
There are two stages - living on little, and living on nothing. They are like two rooms, the first dark, the second pitch-black.