If all these devils really exist it proves there must be angels, too.

There are few who have at once thought and capacity for action. Thought expands, but lames; action animates, but narrows.

No sacred fane requires us to submit to insult.

Let everyone sweep in front of his own door, and the whole world will be clean.

What is the destiny of man, but to fill up the measure of his sufferings, and to drink his allotted cup of bitterness?

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.

I do not know myself, and God forbid that I should.