Every historian discloses a new horizon.

Ah! that Senate is a world of ice and darkness! It votes the destruction of peoples as the simplest and wisest thing; for its members themselves are moribund.

Fame and admiration weigh not a feather in the scale against friendship and love, for the heart languishes all the same.

I'm beginning to believe that there are angels disguised as men who pass themselves off as such and who inhabit the earth for a while to console and lift up with them toward heaven the poor, exhausted and saddened souls who were ready to perish here below.

The smoke of glory is not worth the smoke of a pipe.

Sorrow makes us very good or very bad.

To forgive a fault in another is more sublime than to be faultless one's self.