Money is the god of our time, and Rothschild is his prophet.

I do not know if she was virtuous, but she was ugly, and with a woman that is half the battle.

High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the stars... high over the stars sweep the angels.

Religion cannot sink lower than when somehow it is raised to a state religion ... It becomes then an avowed mistress.

Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy--death.

Life is the greatest of blessings and death the worst of evils.... all great, powerful souls love life.

Whether a revolution succeeds or fails people of great hearts will always be sacrificed to it.