We are pantheists as natural scientists, polytheists as poets, and monotheists as moral beings.

No one as ever completed their apprenticeship.

Our passions are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes.

One must not criticize that which is common since it remains always the same.

Democracy does not race, it reaches the finish slowly but surely.

I am certain that I have been here as I am now a thousand times before, and I hope to return a thousand times.

Few people have the imagination for reality.