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

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

What you have inherited from your fathers, earn over again for yourselves, or it will not be yours.

Take life too seriously, and what is it worth? If the morning wake us to no new joys, if the evening bring us not the hope of new pleasure, is it worthwhile to dress and undress?

Experiments are mediators between nature and idea.

Perseverance is a silent power that grows irresistibly greater with time.

It is the strange fate of man, that even in the greatest of evils the fear of the worst continues to haunt him.