Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?.

The manner in which the hours of freedom are spent determines, no less than labor and war, the moral worth of a nation.

The thoughts you think will irradiate you as though you are a transparent vase.

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

Sacrifice may be a flower that virtue will pluck on its road, but it was not to gather this flower that virtue set forth on its travels.

The value of ourselves is but the value of our melancholy and our disquiet.

The true sage is not he who sees, but he who, seeing the furthest, has the deepest love for mankind.