Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their visit is sad; later … - Victor Hugo

She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger.

Ma vie est une énigme dont ton nom est le mot. (My life is an enigma, of which your name is the word.)

Let us never fear robbers or murderers. They are dangers from without, petty dangers. Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves. What matters it if something threatens are head or our purse! Let us think only of that which threatens the soul.