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

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.

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

Woman is a miracle of divine contradictions.

Every epoch dreams its successor.

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

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