Blood is a very special juice.

Ill-humor is nothing more than an inward feeling of our own want of merit, a dissatisfaction with ourselves which is always united with an envy that foolish vanity excites.

If one doesn't know one's own country, one doesn't have standards for foreign countries.

Being brilliant is no great feat if you respect nothing.

Stupidity is without anxiety.

We're only really thinking when we can't think out fully what we are really thinking about!

Every situation--nay, every moment--is of infinite worth; for it is the representative of a whole eternity.