L'amour n'a point de moyen terme; ou il perd, ou il sauve.

Ninety-three" was the war of Europe against France, and of France against Paris. And what was the Revolution? It was the victory of France over Europe, and of Paris over France. Hence the immensity of that terrible moment?, '93, greater than all the rest of the century

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

In the French language, there is a great gulf between prose and poetry; in English, there is hardly any difference. It is a splendid privilege of the great literary languages Greek, Latin, and French that they possess a prose. English has not this privilege. There is no prose in English.

To love is to act.

I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.