True love is the ripe fruit of a lifetime.
Assassination makes only martyrs, not converts.
Man is born barbarous--he is ransomed from the condition of beasts only by being cultivated.
The photographer will never replace the painter; one is a man, the other a machine. Let us compare them no longer. (1848)
Barbarism recommences by the excess of civilization.
Let us enjoy the fugitive hour. Man has no harbor, time has no shore; it rushes on, and carries us with it.