He who would confine his thought to present time will not understand present reality.
Our esteem is apt to be given where we know the least.
The historian's first duties are sacrilege and the mocking of false gods. They are his indispensable instruments for establishing the truth.
Every epoch dreams its successor.
Woman is the Sunday of man: not his repose only, but his joy; the salt of his life.
He who knows how to be poor knows everything.