You Who Suffer Because You Love, Love

The Greatest Happiness Of Life Is The Conviction That We Are Loved; Loved For Ourselves, Or Rather, Loved In Spite Of Ourselves.

The Most Powerful Symptom Of Love Is A Tenderness Which Becomes At Times Almost Insupportable.

M. Mabeuf’s Political Opinion Was A Passionate Fondness For Plants, And A Still Greater One For Books. He Had, Like Everybody Else, His Termination In Ist, Without Which Nobody Could Have Lived In Those Times, But He Was Neither A Royalist, Nor A Bonapartist, Nor A Chartist, Nor An Orleanist, Nor An Anarchist; He Was An Old-bookist.

Melancholy Is The Pleasure Of Being Sad.

As The Purse Is Emptied, The Heart Is Filled.