An army is a nation within a nation, it is one of the vices of courage.

Of what use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example of good or of evil?

No writer, no matter how gifted, immortalizes himself unless he has crystallized into expressive and original phrase the eternal sentiments and yearnings of the human heart.

Just as we descend into our consciences to judge of actions which our minds can not weigh, can we not also search in ourselves for the feeling which gives birth to forms of thought, always vague and cloudy?

Hope is the biggest of our foolish things.

We live in an age of universal investigation, and of exploration of the sources of all movements.

A calm despair, without angry convulsions or reproaches directed at heaven, is the essence of wisdom.