A man forced to spend his life without ever having the right, without ever finding the time, to shut himself up all alone, no matter where, to think, to reflect, to work, to dream? Ah! my dear boy, a key, the key of a door which one can lock - this is happiness, mark you, the only happiness!

Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.

Love is always love, come whence it may. A heart that beats at your approach, an eye that weeps when you go away are things so rare, so sweet, so precious that…