“To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.”

What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul

Reality in strong doses frightens.

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.

Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.

The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness.

A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance.

Between the government which does evil and the people who accept it – there is a certain shameful solidarity.

The learned man knows that he is ignorant.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in.

Caution is the eldest child of wisdom.

Don’t educate your children to be rich. Educate them to be happy, so they know the value of things, not the price.

Teach the ignorant as much as you can; society is culpable in not providing a free education for all and it must answer for the night which it produces.

A criminal remains a criminal whether he uses a convict’s suit or a monarch’s crown.

No army can withstand the strength of an idea whose time has come.

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved – loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

A man who won’t die for something is not fit to live.

Work as if you were to live a thousand years, play as if you were to die tomorrow.

Now the hour to part has come. I go to die, you go to live. Which of us goes to the better lot is known to no one, except the god.

I’m coming to this world not to work. I want to come to this world to enjoy my life. I don’t want to die in my office. I want to die on the beaches.

I thought I was learning to live; I was only learning to die.

Talent is never static. It’s always growing or dying.

The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.

A smile is often the key thing. One is paid with a smile. One is rewarded with a smile. One is brightened by a smile. And the quality of a smile can make one die.