If I work incessantly to the last, nature owes me another form of existence when the present one collapses.

Nature goes her own way, and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.

Each traveler should know what he has to see, and what properly belongs to him, on a journey.

Love can do much, but duty more.

In every artist there is a touch of audacity without which no talent is conceivable.

Where is the man who has the strength to be true, and to show himself as he is?

There is nothing in the world more pitiable than an irresolute man, oscillating between two feelings, who would willingly unite the two and who does not perceive that nothing can unite them