Day is like day as two beads in a rosary, unless changes of weather form the only variety.

An excessive preponderance of an idealistic mood is harmful to society: it creates daydreaming, political Don Quixotism, hope for heavenly intervention. This is an undeniable truth--but it is also true that every extreme is harmful.

There is within us a moral instinct which forbids us to rejoice at the death of even an enemy.

The sky is one whole, the water another; and between those two infinities the soul of man is in loneliness.

In the presence of the storm, thunderbolts, hurricane, rain, darkness, and the lions, which might be concealed but a few paces away, he felt disarmed and helpless.

Day is like day as two beads in a rosary, unless changes of weather form the only variety.

But the French writers always had more originality and independence than others, and that regulator, which elsewhere was religion, long since ceased to exist for them.