The historian must be a poet; not to find, but to find again; not to breathe life into beings, into imaginary deeds, but in order to re-animate and revive that which has been; to represent what time and space have placed at a distance from us.

Lofty mountains are full of springs; great hearts are full of tears.

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

Length of saying makes languor of hearing.

Certain names always awake certain prejudices.

Not all of those to whom we do good love us, neither do all those to whom we do evil hate us.

Evil often triumphs, but never conquers.