The happy do not believe in miracles.

Every man must form himself as a particular being, seeking, however, to attain that general idea of which all mankind are constituents.

Sameness leaves us in peace but it is contradiction that makes us productive.

All truths are old, and all that we have to do is recognize and utter them anew.

Who longs in solitude to live, Ah! soon his wish will gain: Men hope and love, men get and give, and leave him to his pain.

Destiny grants us our wishes, but in its own way, in order to give us something beyond our wishes.

If any man wish to write in a clear style, let him be first clear in his thoughts; and if any would write in a noble style, let him first possess a noble soul.