Love decreases when it ceases to increase.

Justice is the bread of the nation; it is always hungry for it.

What importance can we attach to the things of this world? Friendship? It disappears when the one who is liked comes to grief, or the one who likes becomes powerful. Love? it is deceived, fleeting, or guilty. Fame? You share it with mediocrity or crime. Fortune? Could that frivolity be counted a blessing? All that remains are those so-called happy days that flow past unnoticed in the obscurity of domestic cares, leaving man with the desire neither to lose his life nor to begin it over.

There is nothing beautiful or sweet or great in life that is not mysterious.

We must not always try to plumb the depths of the human heart; the truths it contains are among those that are best seen in half-light or in perspective.

Forests were the first temples of the Divinity, and it is in the forests that men have grasped the first idea of architecture.

Alexander created cities everywhere he passed: I have left dreams everywhere I have trailed my life.