There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.
Le vrai est trop simple, il faut y arriver toujours par le compliqué.”[Letter to Armand Barbès, 12 May 1867]
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.
J’ai un but, une tâche, disons le mot, une passion. Le métier d’écrire en est une violente et presque indestructible.”[Letter to Jules Boucoiran, 4 March 1831]
You can bind my body, tie my hands, govern my actions: you are the strongest, and society adds to your power; but with my will, sir, you can do nothing.
Immodest creature, you do not want a woman who will accept your faults, you want the one who pretends you are faultless – one who will caress the hand that strikes her and kiss the lips that lie to
Nature alone can speak to our intelligence an imperishable language, never changing, because it remains within the bounds of eternal truth and of what is absolutely noble and beautiful.
Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.
We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.
[I]t is that we are too apt to despise what appears to be neither good nor beautiful, and thus we lose what is helpful and salutary.
It is a mistake to regard age as a downhill grade toward dissolution. Thereverse is true. As one grows older, one climbs with surprising strides.
When mental [illness] increases until it reaches the danger point, do not exhaust yourself by efforts to trace back to original causes. Better accept them as inevitable and save your strength to fight against the effects.
No place is ugly to those who understand the virtues and sweetness of everything that God has made.
Nothing resembles selfishness more closely than self-respect
Charity degrades those who receive it and hardens those who dispense it.
The old woman I shall become will be quite different from the woman I am now. Another I is beginning.
Faith is an excitement and an enthusiasm a state of intellectual magnificence which we must not squander on our way through life.
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.
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.
There is only one happiness in life to love and be loved.
Let us accept truth even when it surprises us and alters our views.
It is quite wrong to think of old age as a downward slope. On the contrary one climbs higher and higher with the advancing years and that too with surprising strides.
Work is not man’s punishment. It is his reward and his strength his glory and his pleasure.
Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.
Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead. There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.
Work is not man’s punishment. It is his reward and his strength and his pleasure.
Try to keep your soul young and quivering right up to old age.
Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.
Simplicity is the most difficult thing to secure in this world it is the last limit of experience and the last effort of genius.
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.
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.
The artist vocation is to send light into the human heart.
He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life.