Nobody can bring you peace but yourself.

We don't grow old. When we cease to grow, we become old.

But every jet of chaos which threatens to exterminate us is convertible by intellect into wholesome force. Fate is unpenetrated causes.

Egotism is a kind of buckram that gives momentary strength and concentration to men, and seems to be much used in Nature for fabrics in which local and spasmodic energy is required.

Every sentence spoken by Napoleon, and every line of his writing, deserves reading, as it is the sense of France.

The artists must be sacrificed to their art. Like the bees, they must put their lives into the sting they give.

Must we always talk for victory, and never once for truth, for comfort, and joy?