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

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

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....?

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

Every epoch dreams its successor.

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.

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