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.
Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life.
Vanity is the quicksand of reason.
No human creature can give orders to love.
Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.
Every historian discloses a new horizon.