In the long run, only woman remains true to mankind's foremost mission. Whatever she achieves, she achieves through herself, and alone. Man's master is the--public.

Two soldiers and a villain are enough to blow up the rights of the citizens.

Why do comparisons of words and tone poems (poetry and music) never take into consideration that the word is a mere signifier, but that the sound, aside from being a signifier, is also an object?

The sun of a prince's good graces resembles that in the skies in that it shines most kindly upon the blackest people.

Never expect any recognition here--the system prohibits it. The cross is not affixed to the genius, no, the genius is affixed to the cross.

When mundane, lowly activities are at stake, too much insight is detrimental — far-sightedness errs in immediate concerns.

Do not push so fast ahead, do slow down a bit! Otherwise you won't catch up with yourselves.