Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I go to visit the chrysanthemums ... They are indeed, the most universal, the most diverse of flowers.

It is only in the space that our thoughts and our feelings enclose that our happiness can breathe in freedom.

To be good we must needs have suffered; but perhaps it is necessary to have caused suffering before we can become better.

The living are just the dead on holiday

At every crossroad on the way that leads to the future, each progressive spirit is opposed by a thousand men appointed to guard the past.

To have known how to change the past into a few saddened smiles-is this not to master the future?

Our reason may prove what it will: our reason is only a feeble ray that has issued from Nature.