Time is a great ocean which, like the other ocean, overflows with our remains.

Ink is the transcript of thought.

It is in the habits of lawyers that every accusation appears insufficient if they do not exaggerate it even to calumny; it is thus that justice itself loses its sanctity and its respect amongst men.

Before this century shall run out, journalism will be the whole press. Mankind will write their book day by day, hour by hour, page by page. Thought will spread abroad with the rapidity of light--instantly conceived, instantly written, instantly understood at the extremities of the earth.

Silence,--the applause of real and durable impressions.

Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.

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