That which we call character is a reserved force which acts directly by presence, and without means. It is conceived of as a certain undemonstrable force, a familiar or genius, by whose impulses the man is guided, but whose counsels he cannot impart.

Drive out Nature with a fork, she comes running back.

The mass are animal, in pupilage, and near chimpanzee.

The order of things consents to virtue.

The orator is thereby an orator that keeps his feet ever on a fact.

We do not want actions, but men; not a chemical drop of water, but rain; the spirit that sheds and showers actions, countless, endless actions.

In analysing history do not be too profound, for often the causes are quite superficial.