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Only love can make one happy.

Ignorance produces rashness, reflection timidity

Crime, like virtue, has its degrees;

And timid innocence was never known

To blossom suddenly into extreme license.

One's ridiculousness increases in proportion as one denies it.

The scoundrel has his good qualities, and the good man his weaknesses.

I was astonished at the pleasure to be derived from doing good.

An opportunity missed once will present itself again, whereas a too hasty action can never be recalled.

What is really beautiful must always be true.

Love, like medicine, is only the art of encouraging nature.

But reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment; the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.

What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.