The old woman I shall become will be quite different from the woman I am now. Another I is beginning.
There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.
One is happy as a result of one's own efforts-once one knows the necessary ingredients of happiness-simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self-denial to a point, love of work, and, above all, a clear conscience.
Happiness lies in the consciousness we have of it.
There is only one happiness in life: to love and be loved.
Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.
Work is not man's punishment. It is his reward and his strength, his glory and his pleasure.
There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved. (Il n'y a qu'un bonheur dans la vie, c'est d'aimer et d'Γͺtre aimΓ©.)
God abandons only those who abandon themselves, and whoever has the courage to shut up his sorrow within his own heart is stronger to fight against it than he who complains.
One is happy as a result of one's own efforts once one knows the necessary ingredients of happiness: simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self denial to a point, love of work, and above all, a clear conscience.
Nothing is so easy as to deceive oneβs self when one does not lack wit and is familiar with all the niceties of language. Language is a prostitute queen who descends and rises to all roles. Disguises herself, arrays herself in fine apparel, hides her head and effaces herself; an advocate who has an answer for everything, who has always foreseen everything, and who assumes a thousand forms in order to be right. The most honorable of men is he who thinks best and acts best, but the most powerful is he who is best able to talk and write
No one makes a revolution by himself; and there are some revolutions which humanity accomplishes without quite knowing how, because it is everybody who takes them in hand.
Admiration and familiarity are strangers.
One changes from day to day, and... after a few years have passed one has completely altered.
One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.
The trade of authorship is a violent, and indestructible obsession.
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?
I see upon their noble brows the seal of the Lord, for they were born kings of the earth far more truly than those who possess it only from having bought it.
I have no enthusiasm for nature which the slightest chill will not instantly destroy.
Faith is an excitement and an enthusiasm: it is a condition of intellectual magnificence to which we must cling as to a treasure, and not squander on our way through life in the small coin of empty words, or in exact and priggish argument.
