Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.

Barbarism recommences by the excess of civilization.

Eternity is so certain and so terrible that a thousand lives would not suffice to prepare for it.

Private passions grow tired and wear themselves out; political passions, never.

History teaches everything, even the future.

Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.

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