What governs men is the fear of truth.
Time is the supreme illusion. It is but the inner prism by which we decompose being and life, the mode under which we perceive successively what is simultaneous in idea.
Joy is the vital air of the soul.
What we call little things are merely the causes of great things.
Great men are the real men, in them nature has succeeded.
At bottom, everything depends upon the presence or absence of one single element in the soul - HOPE