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.

Poets and heroes are of the same race, the latter do what the former conceive.

Life is too short to spare an hour of it in the indulgence of this evil passion.

If God is thy father, human beings are thy brothers and sisters.

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.

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!

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