It is the perpetual dread of fear, the fear of fear, that shapes the face of a brave man.

What does the truth matter? Haven't we mothers all given our sons a taste for lies, lies which from the cradle upwards lull them, reassure them, send them to sleep: lies as soft and warm as a breast!

Justice in the hands of the powerful is merely a governing system like any other. Why call it justice?

Optimism approves of everything, submits to everything, believes everything; it is the virtue above all of the taxpayer.

Hell is not to love anymore.

God ordains that beggars should beg for greatness, as for all else, when greatness shines out of them, and they don't know it.

To be able to share in another's joy, that is the secret of happiness.