The world's history is constant, like the laws of nature, and simple, like the souls of men. The same conditions continually produce the same results.

The victor is often vanquished by his own success.

Even the weak become strong when they are united.

I know that we often tremble at an empty terror; yet the false fancy brings a real misery.

The present age has witnessed an extraordinary increase of a thinking public, by the facilities afforded to the diffusion of reading; the former happy resignation to ignorance begins to make way for a state of half-enlightenment, and few persons are willing to remain in the condition in which their birth has placed then.

When the wine goes in, strange things come out.

Everlastingly chained to a single little fragment of the Whole, man himself develops into nothing but a fragment; everlastingly in his ear the monotonous sound of the wheel that he turns, he never develops the harmony of his being, and instead of putting the stamp of humanity upon his own nature, he becomes nothing more than the imprint of his occupation or of his specialized knowledge.