[On Italian:] One may almost call it a language that talks of itself, and always seems more witty than its speakers.

Genius is essentially creative; it bears the stamp of the individual who possesses it.

Speech happens to not be his language.

Every time a new nation, America or Russia for instance, advances toward civilization, the human race perfects itself; every time an inferior class emerges from enslavement and degradation, the human race again perfects itself.

Life resembles Gobelin tapestry; you do not see the canvass on the right side; but when you turn it, the threads are visible.

In women's destiny everything goes downhill except for thought, whose immortal nature it is to keep constantly rising.

Sow good services: sweet remembrances will grow from them.