“I am a count, not a saint.”

We’ll go where the air is pure, where all sounds are soothing, where, no matter how proud one may be, one feels humble and finds oneself small- in short, we’ll go to the sea. I love the sea as one loves a mistress and I long for her when I haven’t seen her for some time

Happiness is like those palaces in fairy tales whose gates are guarded by dragons: we must fight in order to conquer it.

God is full of mercy for everyone, as He has been towards you. He is a father before He is a judge.

There are two ways of seeing: with the body and with the soul. The body’s sight can sometimes forget, but the soul remembers forever.

There are misfortunes in life that no one will accept; people would rather believe in the supernatural and the impossible.

Misfortune does not help us to believe.

All for one and one for all, united we stand divided we fall.

Often we pass beside happiness without seeing it, without looking at it, or even if we have seen and looked at it, without recognizing it.

You scholars, you’re in communication with the devil.

Through the ingenuousness of her age beamed an ardent mind, a mind not of the women but of the poet; she did not please, she intoxicated.

Your life story is a novel; and people, though they love novels wound between two yellow paper covers, are oddly suspicious of those which come to them in living vellum.

So he went down, smiling sceptically and mutter the final word in human wisdom: ‘Perhaps!

How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure!

Besides we are men, and after all it is our business to risk our lives.

No, I slept as I always do when I am bored and have not the courage to amuse myself, or when I am hungry and have not the desire to eat.

Love is the most selfish of all the passions.

Everything that we believe in and count on is really in question right now. Our safety net, public education, housing, health care.

What counts in the end is what the government does.

Prosperity is as short-lived as a wildflower, so don’t ever count on it.

Next time you think of beautiful things, don’t forget to count yourself in.

You were the one who made things different, you were the one who took me in. You were the one thing I could count on, above all, you were my friend.

We can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.

It is important to do this because we can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.

I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count of the Bookmobile.