The people do not complain because they have no voice; do not move because they are lethargic, and you say that they do not suffer because you have not seen their hearts bleed.

There can be no tyrants where there are no slaves.

I go where there are no slaves, hangmen or oppressors; where faith does not kill; where the one who reigns is God.

To the questioning glance of love, as it flashes out and then conceals itself, speech has no reply; the smile, the kiss, the sigh answer.

Virtue lies in the middle ground.

Genius has no country. It blossoms everywhere. Genius is like the light, the air. It is the heritage of all.

On this battlefield man has no better weapon than his intelligence, no other force but his heart.