Jules Michelet Quotes

Woman is a miracle of divine contradictions.

Woe be to him who tries to isolate one department of knowledge from the rest. All science is one: language, literature and history, physics, mathematics and philosophy; subjects which seem the most remote from one another are in reality connected, or rather they all form a single system.

Our esteem is apt to be given where we know the least.

Woman is the Sunday of man: not his repose only, but his joy; the salt of his life.

Great hearts alone understand how much glory there is in being good.

Each year, it is necessary to respire, to take breath again, to revive ourselves at the great living sources that forever keep their eternal freshness. Where can we find them if not at the cradle of our race, on the sacred summits from where descend the Indus and the Ganges....?

Achieving a goal is nothing. The getting there is everything.

Every epoch dreams its successor.

He who knows how to be poor knows everything.

How beautifully everything is arranged by Nature; as soon as a child enters the world, it finds a mother ready to take care of it.

The historian's first duties are sacrilege and the mocking of false gods. They are his indispensable instruments for establishing the truth.

What manly eloquence could produce such an effect as woman's silence?

The indifference of men, far more than their tyranny, is the torment of women.

The real, in all this efforts, is that we climb just for climbing.

You are one of the forces of nature.

Improvement depends far less upon length of tasks and hours of application than is supposed. Children can take in but a little each day; they are like vases with a narrow neck; you may pour little or pour much, but much will not enter at a time.

What is the first part of politics? Education. The second? Education. And the third? Education.

Love is strong in its passion; affection is powerful in its gentleness.

He who would confine his thought to present time will not understand present reality.

At its starting point in India, the birthplace of races and religions, the womb of the world.

Coffee, the sober drink, the mighty nourishment of the brain, which unlike other spirits, heightens purity and lucidity; coffee, which clears the clouds of the imagination and their gloomy weight; which illuminates the reality of things suddenly with the flush of truth.