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.

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

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.

Every epoch dreams its successor.

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

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

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