Man, man, is thy brother, and thy father is God.

Joy is a flame which association alone can keep alive, and which goes out unless communicated.

Friendship, sweet-resting place of the soul, the gloaming wherein our hearts find peace.

Modesty and dew love the shade.

All our tastes are but reminiscences.

Every time that a people which has long crouched in slavery and ignorance is moved to its lowest depths there appear monsters and heroes, prodigies of crime and prodigies of virtue.

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