Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.

Let us enjoy the fugitive hour. Man has no harbor, time has no shore; it rushes on, and carries us with it.

Yet, in these autumn days when Nature expires, Here, in these veiled scenes, I find more attractions; It is a friend's sad goodbye; it is the last smile From lips that death is going to close forever!

All our tastes are but reminiscences.

After his blood, that which a man can next give out of himself is a tear.

History is neither more nor less than biography on a large scale.

We cannot have two hearts, one for the animals and one for men. In cruelty towards the former and cruelty to the latter there is no difference but in the victim.