History teaches that a race of people is best preserved where the greater number hold one common spirit in consequence of the similarity of their accustomed and indisputable principles.

The doer alone learneth.

The flame is not as bright to itself as it is to those it illuminates: so too the sage.

How poisonous, how crafty, how bad, does every long war make one, which cannot be waged openly by means of force!

My time has not yet come either; some are born posthumously.

Out of love, women become entirely what it is that they are in the imaginations of the men who love them.

Everything good is the transmutation of something evil: every god has a devil for a father.