Truth is a torch but a tremendous one. That is why we hurry past it, shielding our eyes, indeed, in fear of getting burned.

Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction.

A word spoken is a terrible thing when it suddenly utters what the heart has long allowed.

Hatred is partial, but love is still more so.

One ought, everyday, to hear a song, read a fine poem, and, if possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

Impotent hatred is the most horrible of all emotions; one should hate nobody whom one cannot destroy.

A judge who cannot punish, in the end associates themselves with the criminal.