“True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.”

Do you know what is the hardest thing in life? To make a choice.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.

Gratitude is a fool’s word; we find it in the dictionary, but it is not in the heart of man.

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

A courage which looks easy & yet is rare; the courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same lessons – the least rewarded of all forms of courage.

Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.

Women are happy to possess a man whom all women covet.

The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.

Temperament is the thermometer of character.

Hope is a light diet, but very stimulating.

A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.

Great minds always tend to see virtue in misfortune.

God is the poet; men are but the actors. The great dramas of earth were written in heaven.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Life cannot go on without much forgetting.

The social pact, far from destroying natural equality, substitutes, on the contrary, a moral and lawful equality for whatever physical inequality that nature may have imposed on mankind; so that however unequal in strength and intelligence, men become equal by covenant and by right.

To renounce freedom is to renounce one’s humanity, one’s rights as a man and equally one’s duties.

Discipline equals freedom.

Everything turns on grasping and expressing the True, not only as Substance, but equally as Subject.

Only by the jostlings of equality can we form a just opinion of ourselves.

It is only to stress the fact that the difference between a clandestine literature and no literature equals the difference between one and zero.

All power inebriates weak man; and its abuse proves that the more equality there is established among men, the more virtue and happiness will reign in society.

Thus do we wish as we float down the stream of life, whilst chance does.