Vulgar people take huge delight in the faults and follies of great men.
It is only in the microscope that our life looks so big.
In our early youth we sit before the life that lies ahead of us like children sitting before the curtain in a theatre, in happy and tense anticipation of whatever is going to appear. Luckily we do not know what really will appear.
My body and my will are one.
Patriotism is the passion of fools and the most foolish of passions.
The intellectual attainments of a man who thinks for himself resemble a fine painting, where the light and shade are correct, the tone sustained, the colour perfectly hamonized; it is true to life.