Man loves the marvelous. It has an irresistible charm for him. He is always ready to leave that with which he is familiar to pursue vain inventions. He lends himself to his own deception.

No amount of money will induce someone to lay down their life, but they will gladly do so for a bit of yellow ribbon.

I know he's a good general, but is he lucky?

An empty throne always tempts me.

Doctors will have more lives to answer for in the next world than even we generals.

In these days the invention of printing, and the diffusion of knowledge, render historical calumnies a little less dangerous: truth will always prevail in the long run, but how slow its progress!

For my part, it is not the mystery of the incarnation which I discover in religion, but the mystery of social order, which associates with heaven that idea of equality which prevents the rich from destroying the poor