God is a shower to the heart burned up with grief; God is a sun to the face deluged with tears.

That which we know is but little; that which we have a presentiment of is immense; it is in this direction that the poet outruns the learned man.

The man abandoned by his friends, one after another, without just cause, will acquire, the reputation of being hard to please, changeable, ungrateful, unsociable.

The city does not take away, neither does the country give, solitude; solitude is within us.

We love justice greatly, and just men but little.

To love is to choose.

What is slander? A verdict of "guilty" pronounced in the absence of the accused, with closed doors, without defence or appeal, by an interested and prejudiced judge.